What is life worth, if it must mean:
being as they are.
A boy scout’s not so bad, my friend,
and I could go quite far,
If I could take some decency,
a little there on board,
And be right satisfied,
with what I can afford.
Is life worth much,
if I must lose my principles and way,
Becoming as an angry mob, comforted by the fray,
The winning of a thousand wars and a hundred thousand hence,
Is never worth a moment in The Isle of The Dense?
I’d rather live one day right here and for the right to do,
What’s in my heart;
it’s undoubtedly right – for us,
that’s you and me.
I might be called too righteous,
but I think that it’s OK
If Hearts are pure;
I hope they’re good and never turn to grey.
I walked these streets with Martin, King. Luther was his name,
And we were dressed in tie and vest and played a straight game.
I’m sure if we are blessed by grace to pray among the wise,
Then we’ll stay true to old and new;
“Well done” is our surprise.
Let’s try to learn our lesson and never compromise,
And, even if we die right here, we might, to our surprise,
Find out that on a straight path,
there’s room in Paradise,
For staying true to old and new:
“Well done,” the best surprise.