Dread sorrow roared and shook its mane
Its ravenous eyes threatening pain
It seemed to want to tear me up
And drink my blood as from a cup
Hope flew round me like a sparrow
Showed a way that seemed quite narrow
Up a steep and treacherous way
I tried to climb without delay
The goal was never quite in view
Sorrow desired a rendezvous
I slipped and slid into its lair
And laid there captive to despair
In the darkness I could not see
But sorrow came and layed by me
And now I know and am quite sure
That sorrow has teeth but also fur
So I sat up, hope swooping down
The darkness had not lost its frown
But sorrow’s proved to be quite strong
And hope can sing the sweetest song
I don’t know how this will end
But I’ve learned that sorrow’s a friend
That when I ride upon it’s back
I go to One who’s love won’t slack
~MJ
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