Blessed, Alone
Chip King, Lee Buford
For these things I weep
A lifetime of kneeling
Beg and plead
To burn down every part, of every life
There's no living beauty
Pain and sorrow live side by side
In unending night
Heavy mourning
They won't cry for us
They won't cry for us
At this place
No hope
Why can't it survive
No comfort
To soften the blow
Has hollowed the heart
Has calloused the hands
Has vowed the decline
Has ushered the collapse
Has confirmed the loss