Weary life drags on and on, Strewing dust along the way. Thoughts run wild—you laugh till dawn, Lies are truth, and truth's decay.
The deceptive sunset cuts the eye— Pouring final rays in wine. All I dreamed has faded dry, And I drink my grief like brine.
Waterfalls—the tears of thawing, Mountains crowned in silver pride. But my soul and heart are gnawing, And my gaze—to heaven, died.
Grant me just a grain of sorrow, Just a path to heaven's door, Yet my pride blocks all tomorrow, Wakes me not from sin's dark shore.
Poisoned are my meditations, Thoughts like arrows sharp as blade... Heavy groans to constellations— Loud, yet weak, and still they fade.
Heard I once—there lives a Master Who won't let the smoking flax expire, He won't pass by, nor turn to plaster— Could He find me in my mire?
I'll confess to Love Abundant— Life anew is what I seek! No... I'll hide my face abundant, Bow in silence, pale and meek...
