so much of who we are comes down to
pain
we choose to fear our thoughts and
not to rest
when all we have to do is just
abstain
from acting and let others do their
best
to show their zeal and justify their
zest
our hearts belong to the soft flute
and lyre
and all we do is temper your desire
your choice is simple come in from
the rain
and leave to others now the daily
test
some things should be as obvious and
plain
as if they had by others been
confessed
but you would move at their not our
behest
to raise your voice in that abysmal
choir
and all we do is temper your desire
you don't expect to go against the
grain
without some price being instantly
assessed
life is not life without some
darkling bane
upon your body at some time being
pressed
you do not hold such things close to
your breast
but flee at once from indications
dire
and all we do is temper your desire
to act with thought will bring you
greater gain
than thoughtless action you would
soon detest
that should be obvious and not arcane
this is no time for foolishness or
jest
as better folk than you can well
attest
you have to show your worth to any
buyer
and all we do is temper your desire