I awoke this morning and dressed in grief
The cloth well woven with disbelief
It fits too well, feels too tight
Did you know what you were weaving for me that night?
You dressed us all in clothes that bind
We can never remove, until the end of time
What made you become a tailor that night?
Weaving this garment of grief that fits too tight
The seams sewn tightly with your despair
The weight of this cloth too heavy to bear
You wove us all the same robes but you are released
Forever we are left wearing your clothing of grief

02/07/2005

Posted on 02/07/2005
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