every moment do I see
a distant memory

The heart I have
Has been undone
As apples can be cored


We the fallen folly form
Nameless youth of lore
Folly free do at will
As merry mary ******

So sit upon the hill of want
And cast ourselves as God's

While Trident​ forks
The road trevailed
To pitch the flesh we bore

When youth degrade​ debase and claims the flesh now loose and free
Of ages now undone at sum
Unbound a misery
Can we the humbled
Of the years
Repent for what was done

Be our action
Will or want
Remake the folly free

With new eyes do we see the path
We wandered with regard
Renewed the the well
Of shallow heart in memory of
Thee