Down the earthen ramp we trod
Mulling music, sad and odd,
But when break way, We see the light,
Upon each earthen, sullen night,
And in the dark we see the gloam,
What hampens here, when none shall roam,
But to the movies, work again,
Seek ye silent, cinema men,
And when make true, Hear this spot,
Forsake your God? I Would Not.
I would rather look upon His face,
And fade away, each ounce of Grace,
For never will I turn my back,
Never from strength would I lack,
Never from peace, nor headway,
I relive all my days,
And in my days, I hear my night,
I think longing, out of sight,
And when this thought, runs through my brain,
I would speak truly, Not with disdain,
For every heart, Holds burden dear,
And when they part, You still hold fear,
But if I glow, upon ye ‘god’
I would be, sullen, odd,
For I make no promise, But to He
I Speak Truly,
I Am Free