To weep in days of shadowed light

Would break the heart of any man;

To hang his head on gallow’s site.

Yet when the mind can show no might,

He sees the world of greenness stand

And weeps in days of shadowed light.

Again he’s birthed from friends and plight-

The sacredness of honored band

Which hangs his head on gallow’s site.

From womb of mother left at night

He sees the days of loss go bland,

And weeps in days of shadowed light.

Lost souls shall find no golden knight,

Whose rotten towers turn to sand

They hang their heads on gallow’s site.

So from my heart which pumps so bright

Shan’t I yield to sorrow’s command?

No longer weep in shadowed light;

Hang not my head on gallow’s site.