Congressional Conserve

Then void the footprints so demur, wherein once walking, my feet pure now doomed to stalking, faith as cure the vise I deemed as caulking, minus stir ~ My country, silence balking truth to serve retreat while there is lacking moment's lure! What then is counteracting what reserve the led are never leaders pretense verve! To keep thy promise keeping keep your nerve you backed away my seeking ~ . . . . . with conserve!