Through sorrow undeserved, I learned
Salvation from thy wordless tongue.
Then flying the embracing gloom
Of burnt-out days and parched desire,
I built my soul an altar fire
Of laughter in the face of doom.
Through sorrow undeserved, I learned
Salvation from thy wordless tongue.
Then flying the embracing gloom
Of burnt-out days and parched desire,
I built my soul an altar fire
Of laughter in the face of doom.