Let it Pass

January 13th, 2019

Why lies this land so fallow —
Where are the wren & swallow —
Where are the spider & honeybee?
Come back to me —
Come back to me.

In my youth and hastiness
I thought I knew the very best
But every day that I grow older
What I began begins to smolder
And I will live to see it fade away
And soon my hair will all turn gray
And ash will be my legacy.

Wooden cities turned to ash —
Virgin forests turned to grass —
All I hoped would come to pass —
Lord let it pass,
Lord, let this pass.