How Far We Fall

The sun has gone to rest my babes I give you this last tale If only you will sleep my dears For you will I regale There was a man of great esteem In wild woods afar No one knew his given name They called him Mr. Tar They named him such for all his soul Which some thought black as night He lived amongst the demons… Said the papist who knew right He lived with demons, that is true Of this you can be sure Awhile I walked, he found me once And spoke about what’s pure “There’s isn’t nothing purity, No demons or good men There’s only here and nowhere Of these years now numbered ten. “I’ve never known a Saint, And I’ve known a many man My rotting soul sees further Then the beggar with his can.” “Oh how,” said I.”How do you live? With hate like I now see The rumors must be true, Yes, you’re the monster in the tree.” “Trees,” said he and grinning wide “I have a many friend. They aren’t kind to most But they don’t mean to offend.” “Will they hunt me?” Said I trembling. “They aren’t lions He replied. “They aren’t simple beings As the common man’s becried “No their business is much simpler They aren’t animals at all And they wish that man would notice Just how far from God he falls.“ Sleep well my babes, Fear not, for wicked tar’s unseemly thrall There aren’t any trees From which to bid you come and fall. Dream happily, Dream without fit Dream quiet things of light But know that Mr. Tar Is not the one in need of right. That man is man, and wicked They aren’t animals at all. They can’t be blamed for bidding You’re to blame for every fall.