IBUDE
IBUDE [COMFORT] Days numbered after day Muttered words we’ve had to say May our dreams begin today Even in rebellion through faith we pray That our burden be light so we will be no prey For the legacy, we leave most will lay Life they say ‘is a race not relay And with a few words, the wise is may Whilst the foolish dismay Thus We live in a time that is frail So we toil day through night that we do not fail But you Do not forget that it’s white that turns gray Go Com and Fort that you go not astray For with earthlings, not all Com and stay. PA SHAKESPHEARE