Oh how I used to make you moan oh how I tossed it to the side oh how I'm now all alone oh how its pointless to try a thousand pastors in my head sing and the greatese of these is love and I pick each of the phrases off the bone and of these things that are left the greatest is rest tis a pitiful throne son with no work and no home dead from the test sick I write pages and pages seemingly without hope I'ma be back, watch I will climb to the top again I will see the light of heaven in another'e eyes I will whisper prayers on the breath of a cool morning over the body of love till then I'm gon keep jockin shit Ha Ha, come a little closer PEACE