To cup a hand to an upturned ear
To hear what all there is to hear
Echo down the hall and up the stair
And keep my mind from turning fear.

To hear what all there is to hear
And keep my mind from turning fear
There must be brave good cheer
To fight the crowd’s scowly sneer.

To keep my mind from turning fear
And fight the crowd’s scowly sneers
I shall hold those I love to me near
And never let them harm my dears.

I’ll fight the crowd’s awful sneers
And never let them harm my dears
Lest their lies most insincere
Sway the tide to lesser cares.

I’ll never let them harm my dears
Nor sway the tide to lesser cares
Like hate and names no one dares.                                            Framing targets in trigger hairs

Sway no tide to lesser cares
Frame no targets in trigger hairs
Come clean in consciences bared
For hate’s glare dies in love shared.