The sky’s on fire, the water is deep
There’s fear in the heart of the soldier’s sleep
From a thread we hang over a lonely abyss
Praying for manna and the home we miss—
I’m planting sacred seeds in worldly sod, Please God—
The night’s recesses claim many too soon
And many are lost before the Harvest Moon
Many are born into sin and lust
Hand on the handle of a broom to dust--
I’m from the school of Hard Knocks, magna cum laud, Please God—
The chill in the air proves Autumn true
And Winter will heal you, should you make it through
The ice and snow, which dry your skin
Prepare the warmth, and the chance to begin—
And though the play is absurd, I’m bound to applaud, Please God—
Bats in the belfry, hound in the yard
The Fall is free, but the ground is hard
The tongues we speak, just blur our vision
And prohibit the will to catechism—
I love my brothers, Winken, Blinken and Nod, Please God—
I want to spare this child,
And spoil, the rod—
Please God
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