Make it new. Sing a song that revives the dead,
That creates gold from dull, black lifeless lead.
Sing a song that breathes life into a cadaver,
That rouses the spirit from corporate blather.
Rise up, and sing. Sing a lyric that wakes Hafez
From his divine slumber in beautiful Shiraz.
Wake up, and sing. Sing a song long lost to progress,
A song of rose that rises to bless with artful caress.
We will wake and sing a song that blesses death
To rise and shout with the dawn’s radiant breath.
Jesus will breathe in our mouths such joyous song
That the dead will rise in splendor and brilliant throng.
Yes, Darvish will rise from the multitude of dead
To become golden song transmuted from lead.
