meeting the hour
Sep. 25th, 2008 12:57 pmall of our hopes must vanish into mist
we face the pain and horror all alone
you do not hear us when we have to groan
and voices cry upon us to desist
the universe it seems must turn to stone
silence is broken by a little moan
not one of you will rush here to assist
we face the pain and horror all alone
upon the heights another wind has blown
the blossom by another sun been kissed
the universe it seems must turn to stone
for what's been done nobody could atone
this is a force that none could here resist
we face the pain and horror all alone
our needs have been stripped to the very bone
we aren't expected ever to persist
the universe it seems must turn to stone
we face the pain and horror all alone