Spill of aspire, into the night
Limits of causes here, to find you
In the strengths, with the irony of might
To question but a callous forte, is heroism due?

Throats of common joy, partaking in heed
The waters of indispose, never to be the imposition of ache
But the language of sides, long before **** is our need
The tale of recompense and its humanity, to live and sake

A new tooth of astute finds and nimble forms to advances
In the nigh's dark, now bright as a hosts smile
Completing the circle of decision, if not deliberate instances
Hello dignity, the towering hope of our silence, has now no denial...

But the question you put before it...
Is a friend happy to begin with us, or in the way of an oncoming just?
Letting the ***** take the floor, the coping and the sincerity involved
Is happy to show, a shame we aren't ever more than, the shoulders of must...