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?