Smithy of My Soul

Venture and roam For the roots are rotted Courage expands within proportion Keep not standing Drawing it out Finish with fire heat and might I temper the locks in the smithy of my soul
Unresolved conscience Inhibits decision Fear paralysis strike off the chains and go free Heed no judgements Cast out opinions I hammer out hinge in the smithy of my soul
Spirit sparks fly from the anvil Hold fast to file and vise Toil and rejoice in the roar of the bellows With measured blows Wrought in iron The answer I forge the door in the smithy of my soul
Deliver yourself Take up the keys and be gone