Life was my name

At this darkened hour
In bed I lay
My soul is resting,
My night, my sway, my feeling reluctant
To face another day
How I long; my intrepid heart
wandering fearless
Swallowed by the dark

Frost be not, snow like drop,
Hear me shaking, oh dearest scot
Alas, I lo\/e it, such a teasing word,
If I e\/er swim with donkeys,
I will drown in the herd

Smoked up and ropey,
Succulent laces drooping,
Swan birds, eagles, bell-tops
and you
The pilot my darling,
To drink it would be you my father,
Hallowed be thy shame,
As earth as it is in hea\/en
For William Robert Simpson
My life, was my name

Penny for your thoughts dearest,
Its narcissism, howl leaders of men.