Fool'D

I lay and interpret Just who might "you" be. I can't pray to God For that "you" to be me. I wish you would walk To the road cramped and thin. And take my right hand Where the path does begin. I must stand this distant From Quarantine's lair. But stand here I will Against grayness of hair. As Jesus did stand Outside Lazarus' grave Because he had faith And deep prayers he gave. And I'll follow suit 'Till impossible's done. 'Till then there's no gold Under this loveless sun. In heavens above Can this Judge overrule. But happy I am here Just playing Love's fool.