Griefwalker

No longer held down No longer kept confined By the old dreams long gone by The old ways never tried Walk with me And hold my hand Until the end Blessed be the meek Blessed be the ones who seek Solace wherever they may find it Lord knows we all keep trying Words and images provide The smallest comforts sometimes Lift the spirit and stem the wound Once more on repeat We believe in life and death Balance and reflection Endings we try to comprehend And fight against Break these chains And lift me up For the clouds have gathered And the jurors have filled their cups