Force that through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.


Time For Drive
A time for Drive, Someday there'll be
When chains are torn
by courage born
of a love that's free,

A time when dreams
so long denied
Can flourish
as we unveil the love
we now must hide.

A time for us at last to see
A life worth while for you and me.

And with our love
through tears and thorns
We will endure
as we pass surely
through the storm.

A time for Drive,
someday there'll be
A new world
a world of shining hope
for you and me.