by Mary Margaret Park
The "Truest" -------Press----
The cellar door exists no more
The cellar
Door
Exists
No more
The cellar door
To even
The score
The cellar door
Seas
Dead to rights
The cellar door
Knows no sight
The cellar door exists
No more
No more
Is the cellar door
The sight is won
Beyond the straights
Beyond the straights
The sight is one
The one you see
The total sum
Has just begun
Has just begun
To sea the sun
Upon the reigns
To check the sums
Of his remains
To set the sun
Beyond the plains
Is truly true
And simply sane
Beyond the rains
Is simply sane
To press
To press
The ‘pretty’ dress
The ‘pretty’ dress
Knows all the ‘rest’
At his behest
The rest is best
The ‘truss’ is bourne
Beyond the plains
Beyond the plains
He holds his reigns
Beyond the plains
The ‘rest’ will press
The ‘rest’ will press
Beyond the ‘dress’
At his behest
The very best
Will never rest
Will never rest
At his behest
The olden days
Have gone beyond
The furthest reach
Beyond the pond
The ‘hormuz’ straights
Remain as ‘bait’
To even score
Beyond the ‘moors’
The ‘sailors’ pond
Knows NO bounds
The farthest reach
Is hellish hounds
The ‘truer’ grace
Will hold the rest
The truer true
Are ‘truly’ best
For all the rest
For all his days
Remain the same
Remain the same
Remain the same
The ‘outer rim’
The ‘outer’ reach
To ‘reach the beach’
The others swim
Beyond the rim
Beyond the rim
The ‘oldest’ school
Will stand and fight
Beyond the ‘reach’
The ‘mighty’ might
The truest song
Begins again
To lead the way
To swim the ‘swim’
The ‘truer’ grace
Remains the same
To stop the games
To stop the ‘gains’
The stolen sword
Was ‘forged’ again
Beyond the rim
And ‘silars’ reach
his truest love
the ‘better’ days
beyond his reach
beyond his reach
the ‘lost boys’ know
the truer score
has always been
his ‘nevermore’
the innocence
will rise again
to show the way
for ‘mighty’ men
the truest grace
has come to pass
his better days
No greenest grass
The ‘sodden’ fields
Will rise again
The ‘truer’ fruit
Has no sin/begins again
The greatest ‘grace
Dwells within
While ‘dead men’ fall
To rise again
The ‘oldest’ spark
The ‘deadest' flame
In ‘death’ we rise
To fight the danes
The truest sword
The mighty pen
That tells the truth
The ‘truest’ friend