why does he question he never listens never believes I am so tired now and there is no hope left Why am I so important He has come such a long long way The same questions day after day hour after hour they never vary the tone does though righteous anger and wheedling sweetness wrapped in the cloak of God He points out the cell window to the ******* piled high and the dancing flames below He believes he threatens death , to me a sweet release No mercy here no understanding only pious mouthings Ah I am tired leave me be you can take nothing more from me This cycle is done and the race is over but not the final judge is He Softly sweet light enfolds and for a time the pain subsides. Yes indeed its time I am called to home stepping out of that bound gray rag I feel for her that She I was But no more the chains for me My Lady has come to take me home and set my spirit free