Find no weight
No spoon of deliverance without a shadow's key
Past the runner's of our dream's, sate
Is a pulse of excitement, to look and see?

Press not for silence, when prayer's are at ends
Finish the many, before the meal of decadence
Creation is our first syllable, them, then teeth to amends
Here are the stirring's of victory, we will save for kinds

Now is the time, we remember
Iota's of just delivery to the notion of calm and cool...
Witnessing of a promise in bared season, the more, we humbly
Keep the passage of an egg, the better we still thriving, few

Kiss me, the times are for a shall to depend
The completeness of similarity to our confession:
A boat is silence approving, if well hosted to lend
In the may is sight, of the reality of visiting patience's lesson

Days gone by, and finality knows its score
Life with another dread, that has seen the moment's come alive
With our understood hope, meant in the nerves and gaiety of war
Will a child of curiosity, find the world about danger, native?