Dear Hoshea

He will swing his axe, from time to time
May he cut you deep, to please him fine
Alas here may be no end, to his reign
But I reckon there ways, to keep us sane

Beware dear friend, it'll cease not to end
But there'll be better days, begin praise
Every blow to your heart, your grace
No ones to blame, heart engulfs the flames

I urge you now, be there better days
Take my lead, my hand, shadow me close
I see it in your eyes, blooming paint
You colour yourself just fine, again

Dear friend, fred not, there will be better days
And to those which will come dismay, for sure again, we will fight those battles another day