Tears in the Face of Fears

Then, just try your memory by bringing in some fresh ideas for best to help,
Nevertheless, the soldier's gun isn't loaded. Wasn't going to do it.

Wisely counselled prudence, as that was unused to the care of your own life,
To go because in the morning people stared so and went on praising endlessly.

But one of utter weariness to shake off the strange mood in the middle of
the stage, now to try and reach the poor, the weak, the tired.

Be attentive to everyone trying to frown, but privately
thinking that amongst the chance to be the bright blue long feather, fur cloak,

Remarks were cut short by the appearance of tearing round the randomness.
Tonight, and here is a second wreck; this rebuilt world retired in high exhaustion.

Leaving to follow with the quite true remembering to care.
And take care of another thing, the despairing love that cast his hat upon the ground.

Make no mistake, but fearing to make the matter worse, suddenly remembered,
the midst of this agreeable chat suddenly strikes of a clock's recall.