Tows we appoint
Truer to the fashion of our youth?
Weal and social climbing, simply the joy
Worth one more kiss, in the saving rued...?

Says the fast, here in our stilled
Voice, that came with the call of onus...
The riches of a land far away, as if we willed
The limit's of our need, to the hour of causes...

Legend would have it?
The tolled of an angry bell, not neither nor named?
The places we same, the curses in our lip's...
The realm of vice, to require a new kiss, famed?

For the price of the snores we make...
A home and any decision of prowess that has
The calm and judgment, of yesterday's sake
Will we see the coming heed, we meant at last?

Promises, promises, promises
Toes of hither the faults we know not
Tradition in a cache, of silence?
Today is the call to wishes for a world, with hurt don't's...