Brothers three were we. Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Singing harmonies. Simon I, doctors Said I crawled too much, there was Too much pressure on My brain.
With moon’s rise, I liftMy shaggy head and howl. MySons to me. We prowl. Robbers, assassins,Rightly fear the glitter ofOur eyes. Devour. At daybreak find
No parent should loseTheir child to war. SorrowIncomparable. Distill my oil,Bake my pastries, that in myCommerce you may come To table with ourEnemies, that peace
Must I pretend theProstitute for you to doMe honor? Your first Born, vile villain,Fell victim to his vices.Second, Chester cheat, Slid his sword from mySex,
God breathed me into Mom, and I came to life. Dad Saw who I was, and Said, “he’s Lord of all.” The coat I wore,
I was fighting with My shadow when I saw your Window light. I flew Up to catch a glimpse Of your beauty in the night.