The finest hour
Has stayed unknown,
That's not to say
It hasn't shown all
It's torments.
But that's okay.
It we ever get clear then
That's enough,
My dear,
To let it strip away.
And there are cold
Symbols of
All good moments,
Hanging on,
Waiting for recognition.
But that's okay.
If we ever get clear then
That's enough,
My dear,
To put them in their place.
I'm down in all that
Never happened.
Am I up in ail
That's happening because
I'll ride this one out
Until the end.
Lick our wounds
And sew them all shut,
Draw them tight,
Swallow pride,
And if that's not enough