Gethsemane

Toll no bell for me, father, but let this cup of suffering pass from me. Send me no shepherd to heal my world but the angel, the dream foretold. Prayed more than thrice for you to see the wolf of loneliness in me, not my own will but yours be done. You wake up, where's the tomb, will easter come enter my room? The Lord weeps with me but my tears fall for you. The Lord weeps with me but my tears fall for you. Another beauty loved by a beast, another tale of infinite dreams. Your eyes they were my paradise, your smile made my sun rise. Forgive me for I don't know what I gain alone in this garden of pain. Enchantment has but one truth, I weep to have what I fear to lose! You wake up, where's the tomb, will easter come enter my room? The Lord weeps with me but my tears fall for you. The Lord weeps with me but my tears fall for you. I knew you never before, I see you never more but the love, the pain, the hope, O' beautiful one. Have made you mine until all my years are gone. Without you the poetry within me is dead.