My mind is full of sorrow,
My heart models my grief,
And my hands shake like a quiver,
Of arrows sent forth into the array.
Oh!, that mass spreading out,
How it shakes me up and out,
As my eyes illuminate fear,
Inside the souls of the soldiers.
Oh! How I wait for dawn to rise,
As bloodshed and darkness deprive,
Me of hope, I felt in the light.
The clouds shroud the moon,
The months woven in my fate slither by,
And my eyes, drowsy, close
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
For hope… for hope to burn again.