One
Weary, lonely, I am aching.
My garments are tattered and torn.
Parts of my body are silent and barren.
My creatures, poisoned and deaf,
no longer can sing with each other.
I grieve—
my groan so long and low
your bones feel only a tremor.
Weary, lonely, I am aching.
My garments are tattered and torn.
Parts of my body are silent and barren.
My creatures, poisoned and deaf,
no longer can sing with each other.
I grieve—
my groan so long and low
your bones feel only a tremor.