The Worn-Out Road

Chase the turns of heroes’ might
Smite the day and burn the night
Praise those who lift the widow’s plight
On down the worn-out road

Fear mankind’s fallen seed
That at a touch will cause to bleed
And grow into a corrupted weed
Along the worn-out road

May the earth grant its sovereign gift
May suffering take hold and lift
May death be peacefully swift
At th’end of the worn-out road




God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey