I Am Done

I am done of being tired, So tell me: Who will tell the story of your grief--- In the brunt of sadness! I am done crying, So tell me: How from the clouds; The rain will fall? Or who will cure The crimson night! if my wound cured Oh my talisman! Tell me now Who can heal your heart? Who will heal your pain? If my wrench _ Extend in his cave and slept, Or if it's fall in (the night's gape) Say now, or say not. Have you ever heard -- Seas rose from their seas, Rivers displaced from their banks, And the gleams escaped from their day, Or the night slept on the night You who never wake up