What did the poet say?   Like the light of a candle lost in the day   One hand on the cradle   Please try not to come apart      The singer takes the stage   And he whispers, "Relax and fake . . . "   The gift is for giving   Please try      Ah, Cancer!   Ah, Scorpio!   That's the trick   Come giver becomes taker   It's oh so sick   How am I to burn?   I'll just light the wick and come apart      Another bead on a string   Ten thousand candles and the light they bring   I sing   How shocking!   I sing      This paper and this prose   The meanings that no one knows   He writes on the wall what he won't in the hall      God bless the kids in the U.S.A.      Sometimes they grieve   Sometimes they cry   Sometimes they're sold the serpent's lie   Sometimes they give   Sometimes they take   Sometimes they claim they can't relate   Sometimes it's bread   Sometimes it's wine   Sometimes it's famine robed in the fine   Sometimes they bleed   Sometimes I bleed   Sometimes we bleed