Oh!
I pray, yes I pray
For acceptance
For the offer of friendship
From thee my lessors
For as the dust color rubs from
The wings of moths
Thus my brilliance must rub onto
Thee, though, I, oh!
But
If thee choose not to give
Friendship to I
Then in the depths of mediocrity
Thee must lie
Oh
Oh
Oh
Who but I can rejoice at
Birds in herds and fish in flocks
Rejoice at my offer of friendship
So that thee also can kneel in worship
Before my throne
Rejoice, yeah rejoice in my being
I the lord and master of art