Morning Dew

What childish matters adults pursue
when hearts turn into stone

Spare me thy wrath
your silent tongue
for my only folly
was to believe in you

Let me hold my head up high
one last time
and feel the cool breeze
of the morning dawn

Chase away the evil from within
for I learned from a master

My sap runneth thick
tainted from the bark,
cleanse it once more
so it flows

For you grasped deep
and the marks remain
Scorched is my soul,
empty is my head

Shall I laze in yonder pasture
amongst the wilting grasses
and pass the time
'til my last breathe

For the will has vanished
and the struggle abates
Peace shall be mine
in the morn

Covet not