Sly, the family of shyness's three
For the sour accords that make us cry
Time in the stead of other's, common to key's
And lurid marvel's, we dote, are but like sands of time...

An obvious ploy, at your heart of simplicity?
Senses and careful choices, that just listen to the stars...
We desire for another well being, truth to quench and appease
In the maying hold, that one day, the compliment of said and are's…

Will dance with me, like the sanity of hope...
Adding the might to sincerity, serenity for a tried and true
Succor, time with a dream in the hands of all, who subtly know
The yearning of thee, when push comes to shove, the here we knew...

Soul to soul, the reasons of omnipresence, to confirm the moment
When we were all equal, under the eyes of kind, and relent
To satisfy the homage of done, and duty, that lent a could, in the silence
Of a new heart, that has a courage in mind, for you that is a lament

Story of yet, earning the stillness of you
Where to fore, the gaiety of possibility is for any, who would say
The past's timidity, and the futures compliment of arduousness due
To the station of shame, we know can love the acts of psyche's many