mournful dirge

 
need inside of dire yearn
sing me a dirge oh dire need

I seek over hill and river
on an ancient quest oh dread
seen in faith's halls oh soured day

on the brink of another year
time please awaken me to future where I will be freed
I'm stuck in the painful present
where I am but a peasant of want
the houses of truth are empty
where filth and molded bread pass as wisdom

revelations quicken my passions
may I die a little less than I did yesterday
when in the haven of sacred oaths,

your word kept