Comes A Time When The Blind Man

In Wickedness Of Pride Is Lost The Light To Understand How Little Grace Is Earned And How Much Given.

At The Top Of The Cycle You Write Policies For Everybody, No Matter How Bad, And At The Bottom You Cancel Everybody, No Matter How Good. It's A Manic-depressive Cycle.

When I Was Just A Little Young Boy, Papa Said Son, You'll Never Get Far, I'll Tell You The Reason If You Want To Know, 'cause Child Of Mine, There Isn't Really Very Far To Go.

Everything You Cherish Throws You Over In The End Thorns Will Grab Your Ankles From The Gardens That You Tend.

Sit Back Picture Yourself Swooping Up A Shell Of Purple With Foam Crests Of Crystal Drops Soft Nigh They Fall Unto The Sea Of Morning Creep-very-softly Mist...and Then Sort Of Cascade Tinkley-bell Like (must I Take You By The Hand, Every So Slowly Type) And Then Conglomerate Suddenly Into A Peal Of Silver Vibrant Uncomprehendingly, Blood Singingly, Joyously Resoundingbells....by My Faith If This Be Insanity, Then For The Love Of God Permit Me To Remain Insane.