Dig down deep, my darling,
Burrow through your buried sorrow,
Drill and prize through those fossilized
dreams, and prayers, those layers
of sentiment like sediment,
That form such firm impediments
to your deep-dwelling goal.
For there within your core
you hold the goldmine of your soul,
A place laid to waste with silt,
Obscured by other people’s guilt,
Yet underneath their lies, still filled
with ore of purest Hope.
So dig down deep, my darling,
And find the greatest gift of all
which, whether it be big or small,
Is yours to own – and yours alone;
There’s no way that they can take it,
Nor buy or sell, steal or break it,
For Hope is gold only your soul keeps –
So dig down, darling, dig down deep.