On the High Peak
Oh how beautiful the sun that was rising,
The sun I had spent my life despising.
It marked a time of torture, a time of grief,
The dead, knotted trees above me had not one leaf.
I wished for my life to end, for my sorrow was not known,
Tears would not come, the pain went down to the bone.
Comfort was all I wanted, my heart was so sore,
My one true love was no more.
My eyes darkened and my soul gave a mighty shriek,
For I had pushed the knife inside me on that high peak.
I opened my eyes, life was still mine,
My mistake was realized, in God I do trust for he lived in the beginning of time.
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