sit with us and see our suffering

the fires flare and blister our feet 
sit with us  and see our suffering
the fires flare and blister our feet

calluses crack and fingers bleed
the fires flare and blister our feet
calluses crack and fingers bleed

the night is old the day is young
calluses crack and fingers bleed
the night is old, the day is young

all our songs are sung
the night is old, the day is young
all our songs are sung

there is nothing but this work
(My God, My God, where did the years go?)
there is nothing but this work.

4.

Rest, Live
on ice cream and sugar canes
nothing to fear but you

the silent silver snow
the wind whipped drifts
temporary and eternal

sit, wilt

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