Oh how we fell from where we soared, burned by the heights for which we reached
And helter skelter in this place , this now, this dark, this night we crashed
and broken, bloodied, bruised and fighting still the urges to be right always
and onwards we will drop beyond green pastures where we played.
Until, at last, in cold and dark
we recollect but now too late
this compromise, sweet give and take, was always that which gave us flight…