You see my friend there is season to it all even when the simple silent sparrow doth fall swiftly to ground So is the writing on the wall.
It was foretold Cast into the wind no heartless sin So fret not thyself of evil doers,neither be thou envious.
Bear witness. My soul has fled. Silver pieces they simge my palm as lead young.still hot from crucible. STILL my.spirit cries out The ravings of the moonstruck loon. Shackles as adornmet they follow meΒ Β as suckling child. And the twisted path leads me on.to.stumble me Humbled