What is left in tentative strain? What hope is yours to proclaim? Life in pictures, life in moments, life in careless convivial devotion. What will one have to say to show the stance for either romance, truth, sound mind or refrain. Speak now or forever hold your peace they say, yet they leave out the doubt already laid into the grave. Oh the conflicts in late darkened nights, anger so callously regarded. Look, your child is weeping. Come child, the joy is yours in the morning. For laughter now will only have your parents soon be left in weeping. Unspoken rules guide the strongest away Forbearance is fair maiden today. Life sought in deep accord from one who ought not to be ignored.