When the atom bomb locks in
When time has come what will you do
When back is front who’ll sit by you
When all the loves split into two
To slip away, away and through-
-the pauper fabric once was sleek
A thing of beauty by idik
Of blossom color, some say chic
And wear it blushing, cheek to cheek
And know my patience powers still
And guides and thrusts the way a will
May push to front a being, so ill
One might pity, shoot and kill
But sacred will wouldn’t let die
The one that -quick! leaps to the sky
And safely there tends to the tie
And murmurs « tethered, is a lie »