Supplication
I am so tired and weary, So tired of the endless fight, So weary of waiting the dawn And finding endless night.
That I ask but rest and quiet-- Rest for the days that are gone, And quiet for the little space That I must journey on.
I am so tired and weary, So tired of the endless fight, So weary of waiting the dawn And finding endless night.
That I ask but rest and quiet-- Rest for the days that are gone, And quiet for the little space That I must journey on.
The speaker is utterly worn out, drained by a long struggle that never seems to end. Every time they hope for relief or daylight, they find only more darkness. The title “Supplication” tells us this is a humble, almost whispered request rather than a demand.
Lire le résumé complet