O Happy, Happy Each Man

We Don't Have To Know,only To Be:let Go The Jumble Of Worn Words,reason And Vanity.

I Knew The Poor, I Knew The Hideous Death They Die, When Famine Lays Its Bleak Hand On The Door; I Knew The Rich, Sated With Merriment, Who Yet Are Sad.

Light Threatens, Is Active, Is Gone, So It Is With A Song.

Think Of The Moment You Count Most Foul In Your Life; Conjure It, Supplicate, Pray To It; Your Face Is Bleak, You Retract, You Dare Not Remember It.

Lovers May Come And Go, There Was The Memory Of Blood, The Low Call.