You let loose on this world a maudlin tongue
And wore like a veil your woe and worries.
Died of a broken heart at the edge of autumn,
You are tucked away with the old fathers and mothers.
You grieved like a child walking in a melancholy fog.
Kept your dead alive in the wrinkles of your heart.
Pain gathered you in his arms and sorrow became your
passion.
You hollowed out of life your space to mourn.
But I have felt your prayers and lived their answers.
You spent your heart to save me from my miseries.
If you could have, you would have spared me
The evil that goaded me into marrying the devil.
The road through this life covers us with dust
But the clear soul moves us to drink at the spring of living
water.
