none to share
I’ve nothing to say,
none to report.
These days will be longer still
and I weep for the relief.
It is all counted for something,
that which I know not.
I’d like to leave,
but I’ve nowhere to go.
If that not be evidence enough
that I belong somewhere closer to Him.
Well you could tie my shoes,
because I’ll be off.
It’s all the same story,
I’m only a piece.
I long for the meadows,
as I may for all my days.
If it be my lot in life
I’ll take it
For I have nothing to offer,
little more to bring to the table.
It will not always be like this,
I know.
I’ve lived through much fire,
more than this surly.
Still the ocean would be better,
calmer and more welcome.
I miss the trees,
I think I always will.
So little to say,
so little time to say it.
Till next we meet,
when the clouds have come.
Yes the clouds,
they shall do me well.
May the winds carry you well,
to peace and resolution.
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