Twenty-nine summers lay
Dead before my looming grave
I have been betrayed
By the hope of age

Their blood will all
Spill in the Fall
My soul bereaved
Lies with the felled autumn leaves

Your limbs can terrify
As nerves learn ways to cry
The body has to lie
Where all our voices sigh

Strain to draw breath
Life like this is worse death
I have never slept
For my sins, winter wept

The flowers spring
For Pagan kings
Seasons of pain
All time comes down in rain

Your limbs can terrify
As nerves learn ways to cry
The body has to lie
Where all our voices sigh
A shut eye only sees
Its life in tragedies