Do not jump sternly into that great mist,

Do not jump sternly into that great mist,
old life should cheer and blow at close of day;
howl, howl against the hurting of the song.
Though wise men at their end know faith is free,
Because their angers had earned no trust they
Do not jump sternly into that great mist,
great men, the best blow by, crying how clear
Their sick defeats might have danced in a deep dell,
howl, howl against the hurting of the song.
hard men who rode and praised the wind in flight,
And learn, too soon, they failed it on its way,
Do not jump sternly into that great mist,
grim men, in chains, who feel with painful touch
failed trust could flare like anger and be bold,
howl, howl against the hurting of the song.
And you, my hero, there on the sad peak,
curse, heal, me now with your brave lips, I pray.
Do not jump sternly into that great mist,
howl, howl against the hurting of the song.

Crunch!