Choice

From the window peeping out We huddled in silence there While the vermin walks about With hate in the naked glare The face is hidden by white The sheet about them like sheep And with their form breeds delight Where terror my heart should keep Perhaps it's the angel's clothes Or lessons that prepared us For angels with sweet wings closed Herding us because we trust O God then forgive my deed I shall protect this dark house And if these angels were to bleed Bad sight, Lord, I killed a louse The flabeau falls, the cross fled My children tremble yet still The law for this makes me dead This law's but their human will There is a law no man writes A better judge I am suire Until then, I keep my rights And shall make my home secure.