This weeping, this night,
This immovable mountain
Tower over me.
I crouch in the dust
Raw from the saltwater.
Well is it said that joy comes in the morning:
But in an eternal night,
Lord, when does the morning come?
This weeping, this night,
This immovable mountain
Tower over me.
I crouch in the dust
Raw from the saltwater.
Well is it said that joy comes in the morning:
But in an eternal night,
Lord, when does the morning come?
no coward soul is mine
Norlene Shirk
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