Why do we weep? Why do we cry?
Do we not love until we die?

That promise kept, the night we wept.
lonely hours I never slept.

There are dreams...so it seems.
Aching pain...can't explain.

Panicked cries sweep all around
and then I woke up to the sound

Of the blissful ones, out in the sun,
burning bright 'til the work is done.

On they toil, in the scorching soil,
with skin that breaks and blood that boils.

Go, hold the staff on my behalf,
perhaps it will become my epitaph.

I see it on the stone: "He came alone
did what he must, then I called him home."

It's not my night, it's not my fight.
It's not my job to make it right.

The hammer falls when duty calls
And in the ashes, freedom stalls.

No more rains, no more pains,
Its really nothing I can explain.

And that's all for me,
that's all for me,

that's all, you see.