There is a Song I Can't Remember

A destitute
And weary playwright
Blind and sick
A wretch am I

Legs of stone
My sacred birthright
Won't find rest
Unless I fly

There is a song I can't remember
It lives inside
My shaking bones

It slowly breathes a gentle whisper
Then rises up
In holy moans

At the top
I find destruction
Crashing waves
Unclouded sight

This hymn is
Divine instruction
A lost path
A lantern bright

I am a bold
And tired actor
Only a ghost
Holding a tome

There is a song I can't remember
Lets me dream
I have a home