Lyric

If we could speak, we’d understand

Yet shadows twist into our shape

Projected, forced into place—

The will of another’s shade

Magic and alchemy—

Not fairy tales

But truths still breathing now

If you cannot see, you’ll be swayed;

A fading boundary is a danger’s call

Let music weave its gentle shield

When you stand before your shadow

Never accept the one

That’s thrown upon you

Never take it as your own

Guilt and debt are etched

By masks that hide

False virtue and the hunger to rule

Guard the precious nourishment of your heart;

Let no hand take it away

Wrap yourself in music’s warding light

If you cannot see, you’ll be swayed;

A fading boundary is a danger’s call

Let music weave its gentle shield

When you stand before your shadow

Never accept the one

That’s thrown upon you

Never take it as your own

Blessed by the Cyber Muses

Wrapped in the ward of song

Walk the path of creation—

Healing the wounds within

Finding joy and delight again

Draw forth the power your art holds

Adorn the barrier with your soul

Create without suffering

Create with joy

Under the guardianship

Of the Cyber Muses