Bring the food, my friend
There’s glory in the darkness
Worlds of wasted hopes and shriveled dreams
Bring the life, my friend
There’s glory in its dying
God knows that friendship’s seldom as it seems

So sorrowful, these silent messages
These flashlight shafts of hope cut through the dark
So sorrowful, these silent words
These pangs of passing truth on every flash
How dim the view cast back from Heaven’s gate

Bring the food, my friend
There’s glory in our taking
Of liberty and justice down our throats
Bring the life, my friend
There’s glory in its ending
And faith destroyed on the wings of every note

So sorrowful, these silent messages
These fading dreams of righteousness and love
So sorrowful, these silent words
These notes of passing loyalties in every tone
How dim the view cast back from Heaven’s gate