for you
this life is lain low
eyes to the dust
words of the earth
worth buried in the soil
for you
this is borne and
planted within the
furrows of my flesh
eyes blind and ears deaf
still I read the welts
and trace the tracks
of this affliction
like braile
and this all
for the comfort and
healing of you
this life is lain low
eyes to the dust
words of the earth
worth buried in the soil
for you
this is borne and
planted within the
furrows of my flesh
eyes blind and ears deaf
still I read the welts
and trace the tracks
of this affliction
like braile
and this all
for the comfort and
healing of you