Trees Hate Everything
The World I Know
A tender stay for all who knowThis weary way has none to goThe time is done and all your shameHas been dissolved and all his blameA tongue of red, a heart of oldWith sweeter words and a bitter toneYou felled the startThe world I know Your staggered mark on godly foeWill seep away to the garden bedAnd bear it's mark on a godly headAnd cracks be laidTo a dry, dry groundAnd waters save though none be foundAnd world may come to a broken endBy day or night my soul dear friendWill keep away to grounds of whiteAnd share the dayHis Holy light
From Letras Mania