A Reaper of Sorrows
I am walking,
Through A lonely night,
I am walking,
Brooding on this life.
As I walk,
Guided by the moon so bright,
As I walk,
A figure comes from behind.
I see this man,
He is as troubled as I,
I see this man,
He is a reaper of the night.
And he tells me,
"I am a reaper of sorrows,
Pour your troubles unto me,
I am a reaper of sorrows,
Through your darkness I can
see,
I am a reaper of sorrows,
Your guide if you believe in
me,
I am a reaper of sorrows,
Pour your life unto me."
And I see this man,
Cloaked, brighter than day,
I see this man,
Shrouded, darker than a
lightless Fray,
I am blinded by this man,
But I have no need to see,
Blinded by this man,
I walk, and my troubles wash
away,
For no troubles can hide,
When the reaper comes out to
play.
As with every night,
I wish the moon would forever
stay,
As with every night,
I wish for the absence of the
day.
But the moon ignores my wish,
Bringing morning my way.
And so the reaper of sorrows,
Took all my troubles away.
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