They are but co-actors in the drama of folly, they that laugh at a fool.
'Oh that my head were waters' 'Rivers run down my eyes' A pool for the souls in taverns Precious souls trap in pleasure bars None yell for rescue 'Oh! they perish, they perish! '
Start alone in your small circle, and if you are faithful and strong, you will never end alone in a small circle.
'We will get there.' Surely, we will get there. The future knows that we are coming. It also knows that some of us are playing dirty along the way.