I'll go again to the gilded door
Knock and ask for chance to come
Perhaps I'll make them change the score
Grasp the souls and beg for more
Thinking I'm the only one
To push and pull and scratch the floor
Little hope for fruits and haws
To dance from branches cold and numb
Perhaps I'll make them change the score
With summer's dust blown from the floor
Blinding judges strike them dumb
I'll go again to the gilded door
And knock again this time for sure
The Gods will see what I've become
I'll go again to the gilded door
Perhaps I'll make them change the score.