The Three In One, The One In

Let Each Man Be Judged By His Deeds, I Have Paid My Price To Live With Myself On The Terms That I Willed.

I Have My Own Matches And Sulphur, And I'll Make My Own Hell.

At Two O'clock In The Morning, If You Open Your Window And Listen, You Will Hear The Feet Of The Wind That Is Going To Call The Sun. And The Trees In The Shadow Rustle And The Trees In The Moonlight Glisten, And Though It Is Deep, Dark Night, You Feel That The Night Is Done.

Let All Who Build Beware The Load, The Shock, The Pressure Material Can Bear. So, When The Buckled Girder Lets Down The Grinding Span, The Blame Of Loss, Or Murder, Is Laid Upon The Man. Not On The Stuff - The Man!

Heaven Grant Us Patience With A Man In Love.