Inspiration, move me brightly, light the song with sense and color, hold away despair

One man gathers what another man spills

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

Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.

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