You're not a man for everyone -
a lover by his lonesome
a companion for the heartbroken
a simplicity in the chaos;

a voice, so rough and gentle in the night,
a silence gone too soon, a light
that fizzled out the day you died
a roaring emptiness left behind.

You're standing in the darkness as if you always had
made a home there and put yourself to bed
made your peace there and found your quiet love
the only light you let in, it came through the cracks,
a spotlight from above.

Now mercy shall not rage and death does not win
a man of constant sorrow you were in your comfortable sin
you offered them a hand, the royal and the slave
even the willow weeping gently over your dark grave.