But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

At the top of the cycle you write policies for everybody, no matter how bad, and at the bottom you cancel everybody, no matter how good. It's a manic-depressive cycle.

Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.

Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore. When life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door.

You who choose to lead must follow. But if you fall, you fall alone.