He never talked about it yet it remained

and the emotion of it, again betrayed

How could he hold his head high?

He never talked about it again



He said, let yourself be born again

He said, all you were is all you'll be



He couldn't live without it

before the rain

There's not regret about it

While in the fray

He took a spoonful of pain

He didn't think about it, he said



You'll go your own way

First Sunday of September

On this great day