Each sodden morn as I awake
Finding oddly choice to make
Should I cover and shelter stay
Or throw myself into the fray?

Yet in every pull of covers make
A loss, a pierced, lulled mistake
Face the wind and horrid cry
Of moving forth, to say goodbye

For choices round the world we go
No way to end, for nothing to show
Just a pile of bones, under jaundiced dew
The fading brain chems of a chosen few

What kind of memories will we make
Just and kind? or burned at the stake?
The end was chose so long ago
With laurel wreath and rings aglow

Now to stand along in soggy pitch
There's no path now to make a switch
Justly stand beside the fated ring
And do our best to stand and sing.