|7 And knowing that they need us too.
8 Sometimes we fear we'll be dead and gone,
9 By the time our anumbers will count,
10 But the bfuture is read and coming,
11 And the debt that we owe is inspiring,
12 For the privelege of being is work.
CHAPTER 361 The way of the punks is the way of the air,
2 And it has its ups and downs.
3 Sometimes we know we're flying,
4 And we feel the cwords at our back,
5 But there are also times of dfalling,
6 And wings that can't beat back,
7 The egusts of death and dying,
8 That turn the skies so black.
9 But flying is fbelieving,
10 And we're getting good at that,
11 For falling is a waste of wings,
12 And crashing breaks your back.
CHAPTER 371 The way of the punks is the way of fire,
2 And it can make gashes as well as light.
3 Sometimes we shrink from hscorching heat,
4 And yearn to shade our eyes,
5 iAgainst the shocking images we see.
6 But fire is so entrancing,
7 jAnd flames are lovely dancing,
||8 To the music of the light.
9 We cannot leave the center,
10 From which such radiance comes;
11 We cannot bear to seek the cold,
12 That hides in darkness,
13 Deep in sleep.
CHAPTER 381 The way of the punks is the way of water,
2 Which drowns as well as saves,
3 And we have felt the kindifferent waves,
4 That sometimes choke our voices,
5 Before we learn to sing.
6 But we've also felt joy,
7 In the thundering spray,
8 Of the breakers that crash on the shore,
9 And the lpride of our sail,
10 Abreast of a swell,
11 While the winds roar and wail,
12 And the kestrels cry for the storm.
CHAPTER 391 The way of the punks is the way of dreams,
2 And of worlds beyond our senses,
3 mOf ghosts, and greatwings, and glimmering things,
4 That seize and possess the mind.
5 From our dreams we conjured the nShuteye Train,
6 And the otracks we'll follow to fight,
7 The pnightmare that seeks to swallow,
8 Our lives and all of our light.