Dolorosa

It was in an alive garden

That we suffered our defeat

And the idea we lost our heart in

Now seems so sadly incomplete

It was a time of much confusion

Seems we were always on the run

Now we fall back disillusioned

Before our task is done

Dolorosa, do not hang your head

It is only sorrow, and do not lose the thread

Dolorosa, dry your weeping eyes

Mourning is for mourners

Those who can, must rise

I saw the hilltop sheathed in thunder

But his face was quite composed

And his eyes were filled with wonder

His life was folding like a rose

I can still see the clouds dispersing

There was a halo 'round the moon

Under their breath, the men were cursing

Even the dead to get home soon

Dolorosa, these are merely scars

Do not lose perspective of what we really are

Dolorosa, do not lose your faith

If he was so precious

Someday he will be replaced

Tears of outrage, tears of anger

Have vanished in the dusty street

Disaster settles into languor

All is white in the midday heat

A spot of shade under a gable

A handmade cradle for the head

A leather wine pouch on the table

How soon we all seem to forget

Dolorosa, ask your weeping heart

Would it cry so deeply? Were you not still a part?

Dolorosa, people do forget

But we must remember

We can't give up yet