Oh what a weary heart have I,
as I watch my loved ones earthly lie.
And though I may long to lay me down
and freely relinquish my mortal crown
ever northward continues my gait
and I shuffle, rambling, toward that final state.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
Oh what a weary heart have I,
as I watch my loved ones earthly lie.
And though I may long to lay me down
and freely relinquish my mortal crown
ever northward continues my gait
and I shuffle, rambling, toward that final state.
This is really just about being tired, and world weary, and being alive but not really living.
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