Swing Low (Sweet Chariot)

Tear me from my destructive baits
Ease down so my steps find support
Let’s ride.

Take me along the moon’s crescent
Let me taste flight, I’ve crawled enough
No more

Find someone else to pick at crumbs
I’ve mount the stage for bigger acts
Lights roll

At the world’s four corners, we hang
Venting about yesterday’s play
With screams

Humble your steps for higher plains
Next time please drop the lesser roles
Find fame

Obey before you can complain
Grease certain hearts with comeliness
We’re stars.

Vera