O woe this tragedy
Where hast thou brought me!
The environment is hostile,
The colors are so pale.
Take me somewhere special,
Some place to regale.
I'll follow thee
'til I fall weak in the knee,
In thine grace I trust.
O heavens behold!
The devil's own betrothed!
Thou burnest mine eyes,
On thine judgement my gayness relies,
So take me, oh trusted bird,
To a place nor burned, nor churned.
I'll follow thee
'til I lose ability to see,
In thine grace I trust.
In all my heart I dread,
Here is so wide spread
That many may see me.
A heinous curse! I can no longer flee.
Find me one more homely
So I might not feel so lowly.
I'll follow thee
'til I lose all sense in me,
In thine grace I trust.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
O woe this tragedy
Where hast thou brought me!
The environment is hostile,
The colors are so pale.
Take me somewhere special,
Some place to regale.
I'll follow thee
'til I fall weak in the knee,
In thine grace I trust.
O heavens behold!
The devil's own betrothed!
Thou burnest mine eyes,
On thine judgement my gayness relies,
So take me, oh trusted bird,
To a place nor burned, nor churned.
I'll follow thee
'til I lose ability to see,
In thine grace I trust.
In all my heart I dread,
Here is so wide spread
That many may see me.
A heinous curse! I can no longer flee.
Find me one more homely
So I might not feel so lowly.
I'll follow thee
'til I lose all sense in me,
In thine grace I trust.
