In Wickedness Of Pride Is

Well, The First Days Are The Hardest Days, Don't You Worry Anymore. When Life Looks Like Easy Street There Is Danger At Your Door.

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?

The Storyteller Makes No Choice, Soon You Will Not Hear His Voice, His Job Is To Shed Light, And Not To Master

In Wickedness Of Pride Is Lost The Light To Understand How Little Grace Is Earned And How Much Given.

At The Top Of The Cycle You Write Policies For Everybody, No Matter How Bad, And At The Bottom You Cancel Everybody, No Matter How Good. It's A Manic-depressive Cycle.