A song starts to play and we\'re on with our praise
Along with the strong who dishonor the brave
A longing for days where a debt is repaid
Is etched in their expectations of late
A stretch is to say that we\'re blessed in our ways
Confessing that they should soon rest in their graves
Complexing the nature of stress in their name
Less is the grandeur, met with it is rage
Addressing a truth that deludes what we say
Abuses the looseness of of less in the way
Of expression without limits, without delay
If we\'d let ourselves rest, we\'d be on with our day