Take me away from hereTake me to a place that I hold dearTake me to a place that I do not fearPlease, take me away from hereDon't tell me where we're goingDon't tell me when we'll stopDon't tell me why we're leavingAnd don't tell me what you've gotI want to be surprisedI want to be in shockI want to be right next to youWhen you reveal whatever it is you've gotAnd wherever it is we're goingAnd whenever we finally stopI just know that I'll be with youAnd that's all I care that I've got
One gives heatAnd one gives lightOne moves leftThe other, rightWorking dayWorking nightShades of greyBlack and whiteEarth is roundBlocks are squareLook and readThe letters thereStrings of symbolsComplex meaningPen on paperInk is bleeding
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,Weak, wretched sinner though I be),My trembling soul would fain be Thine;My feeble faith still clings to Thee.Not only for the Past I grieve,The Future fills me with dismay;Unless Thou hasten to relieve,Thy suppliant is a castaway.I cannot say my faith is strong,I dare not hope my love is great;But strength and love to Thee belong;Oh, do not leave me desolate!I know I owe my all to Thee;Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give!Do Thou my strength--my Saviour be,
A Pit -- but Heaven over it --And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,And yet a Pit --With Heaven over it.To stir would be to slip --To look would be to drop --To dream -- to sap the PropThat holds my chances up.Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it!The depth is all my thought --I dare not ask my feet --'Twould start us where we sitSo straight you'd scarce suspectIt was a Pit -- with fathoms under it --Its Circuit just the same.Seed -- summer -- tomb --
What does the hangman think aboutWhen he goes home at night from work?When he sits down with his wife andChildren for a cup of coffee and aPlate of ham and eggs, do they askHim if it was a good day's workAnd everything went well or do theyStay off some topics and talk aboutThe weather, base ball, politicsAnd the comic strips in the papersAnd the movies? Do they look at hisHands when he reaches for the coffeeOr the ham and eggs? If the littleOnes say, Daddy, play horse, here'sA rope — does he answer like a joke:I seen enough rope for today?