Your music 'tis filled with rubatos- br A slow dance gone very wrong- br Surrounded by my guardian angels- br With Gods forgiveness, i sing His Psalms. br br His light shining brightly- br His leading of my way- br On the straight and narrow path- br Where Gods children play. br br Rumors gone wild for three decades- br Laced with treacherous adjectives- br Believe none of what you hear- br And only a fourth of what you see. br br Lost in your music as always- br I am afraid i just cannot follow- br Your tempo 'tis too dark and unforgiving- br A slow dance that is much too hollow. br br Empty and yet full of inuendo- br Severe judgement so undeserved- br Your music 'tis filled with rubatos- br Leaving me empty, yet pitifully un-nerved.