Weary

Drawing closer with most every breath she had found the notion queer in fact and left it by the bed she had barely found a place to rest her head we are not weary we are not welcome any more and if the dawn should never break she found that she could never be so full of grief full of grief full of grief full of grief She was thrown out with the dogs and was feeding off their anger to a frenzy as they vainly licked their chops oh so stubborn as an ox She had grown to see the light In the vanity of night There was nothing but a handshake left to bind she had blown it past the cobwebs of her mind we are not weary we are not welcome any more and if the dawn should never break she found that she could never be so full of grief full of grief full of grief full of grief