Funeral - Your Pain is Mine


The birds have flown 
They hear the weeping 
They know the grief 
When rain is waking up 

Only you really know 
Where the thorns do burn 
In hollow heart 
How the heart is in distress 

I touched the burden 
Grinding me the pain, surely did 
Grief was in the silver-mirrors of your heart 
I caressed it 
I suffered too 

Death cut you into marrow and bone 
The bleeding was unending 

Distant is the blackest veil 
Yet it surely touched 
Where the pain is great 

Piteous heart sore diseased 
Woeful pain please be eased 
Never again a heavenly bliss 
As midsummers flowers you longed to kiss 

Your pain is mine

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