I see more clearly now
The melancholy that surrounds me
A gulf that I've pitted
With invested war that I've waged
Upon that which I've trod lightly
Pitched myself aginst and failed
No match has my worth proved
The unshifting has no subtle decline
When I stood amongst the pattern
The mighty has proved too sublime
And left to fallow hard out of reach
Makes a stock joke out of my passing time
So backward the beat of the drum demises me
Facing the slope of reasonable inclined marching feet
Taking the sweep of the charge that drags men asunder
And turning the coat of a colourful brief
From gentle laying rest aside a too worn path
Crying an oath with a breath of my last