thanks for being strength in my weakness br thanks for being hope in my despair br and mores, thanks for being there br when light walks away from the forest br br along the long lonely snaking road br are cascading pike-peak thorns br they hurt the foot at where none can care br all you can hear are crickets singing their dirges br when we call for ululation to heal the hurts br br when the sun rises as it usually does, br and the cock crows at the hour it can; br when the apostolic minister rings the church bells br and the congregation begins to sing the 'martins', br hear it again, it's me saying once again, many thanks.