Loaned a tomorrow, without us...?
Tarry and avoidance, if our guilt...?
As welcoming hospitality given, capably requiem thus
A land of stilled sunshine and morality's fame, worth welling...

Friends of reality's fortune, forth loving
Who made you, a relation
Sour affront if modesty, to save a shown...
Cloud, the time of its life, when severity knows an intuition...?

Professed...?
Sense for a runner's course, in jaundiced or jaded eyes we bloom...
Savior's of a coming hope, that see's the beauty in confessed
Argument's and dissuasion we find, is the rest of whom...?

Until a rational few, has seen the rain...
Letting undertows of greatness hope, on their own
Safety in remorse and fates that vie for a lands pain...
The role of variety of itself, and the count of integrity won...

By a past somehow profound, but leering at good intent
We are the people of condition and marvel, that has the boding silence
Shadows chaste enough to concern ourselves with what was relent
Of simple ideas on the fate of courage, and the share of succor; ends...