an angular soft light

hours of calm are just what we most need
the rules we follow set a steady pace
all of the fields have slowly gone to seed
hours of calm are just what we most need

the word reiterated will become the deed
silence becomes as sort of resting place
hours of calm are just what we most need
the rules we follow set a steady pace

one may soon come with honest open face
a sort of charity sets forth golden laws
the fastest does not surely win the race
one may soon come with honest open face

there are some rules that govern every space
a lurking hunter moves on sudden paws
one may soon come with honest open face
a sort of charity sets forth golden laws

we are not ones to clutch at flying straws
each of us truly knows that we can bleed
monsters are hiding here with hungry maws
we are not ones to clutch at flying straws

we know that every action has its cause
justice is all too often a weak reed
we are not ones to clutch at flying straws
each of us truly knows that we can bleed