Absent friends this is not the time to fight
To be preoccupied with saving face
If Heart pursued its righteous, truest course
It'd lend care to one who fell from Grace
By digging in heels with feuds and grudges
We only gratify our deplorable, darkest side
Bad blood is unbecoming to you too you know
But that I alone was problem you implied
But there for the Grace of God go I
Is the apposite idiom for you
Think how bad it would have been
If you'd been taken ill on passion's pews
But imploring you is like begging an abyss
For your minds are shut to sun
But fear not, I've arisen again
And with untold zest away I'll run