This Life of sorrow
Dreams of tomorrow
Hopes of today
Let us pray
Caught up in a web
Yearning for  bed
Trying again and again
Never to win
Feeling woebegone 
Needing a sad song 
Reading a psalm
Reading my palm
Not knowing 
Where It's going
No sounds 
Dark all around 
To the end
Another bend
Nature needed
Our minds weeded
Times of sorrow
Waiting for tomorrow.