(c) William Russell March 23, 1985
When the hearts of man lay in dismay
It's time for someone to stand up and say
In a glorified way
It is not what has been felt
But what to feel in another way
This is how man
Can be led from his confused maze
When they can no longer gaze
Past the dismayed grade
It's not that he is afraid
It's only a fruitless wave
That he has a crave
For he not to be a slave
And he himself that he has made
As he tries to shun away
From another day
Of trying not to gaze
In an endless maze
Of craze