Like Veils Said Lorriane

"It's veils you tear off one by one," said Lorraine
"No, it's walls we put up" said that tired voice again
The chisel gets blunt
And the sword gets profane
Nobody's blame
But you bind up the stone chips
In the gauze that you've slain

You get so discouraged trying to cut through it all
More veils beyond veils
Always walls behind the walls
"Get back in there!" yells the golden glove
"When you gonna trust me?!" slams the friend
"Learn how to bend!"
"Don't you worry now," says the sweet lover
With his medicine hands

Oh, I don't want to grow narrow
And foolish in old age
And miss all that beauty
The wisdom and the grace
And you know you don't get that
From high finance or fame
If you get stuck in that frame
Or the paint that you can put on
Your face and your name