Pity, the Bread Where Sorrow Rests
Pity, The Bread Where Sorrow Rests
The night is long, hours drag on by
can not forgive, even though I try
All is dark with bold shadows black
telling me of the compassion I lack
We see with eyes filled with sin
this world our heart rests within
Never seeing the sun in every sky
Or the promised life after we die
The night is long, I beat on stones
with burning ache deep in my bones
The crying rocks scream for more
from behind that blue misery door
I that knows why the eagle flies
cloak myself in dark little lies
Pity, the bread where sorrow rests
a poor fare for any wayward guests
I ponder thoughts best hidden away
unforgiving this night, thus I pay
The night is long, hours drag on by
can not forgive, even though I try
All is dark with bold shadows black
telling me of the compassion I lack
Robert J. Lindley
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