Suffer Me
tired, so tired, no rest I gain
from mornings, nights, teasing rain
grey cool skys. dirt and sea
tired of life, it's tired of me
she - (nature), mothers land
feed me stones from ivory hands
she grieves my breath, my hungry sigh
the day of birth, the day we die
tired i sleep, sleep I wake
drunk'n fools for blessed fate
memories - (the torche's flame)
burning up our Christan name
tired and low, beneath i am
the youthful hope to understand
yesterday's, future glimpse
history's, present tense
today, tomorrow, now, then
we build the gallows - noose we're in
tired, so tired, in unbelief
waking life, why suffer me?
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