The drowning man doth clutch at straws: While he breathes through open pores His thoughts rush back; To daring God to show his face And giving back his daily grace To show he is Man Fortunes of war pass through his head And images of comrades dead
Forgive us all our trespasses As we do not forgive; Enough to see the straws for us And all our thoughts rush backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.