Man of Sorrows

(B. Dickinson) Here in a church a small boy lies kneeling He prays to a god he does not know he cannot feel All of his sins of childhood he will remember He will not cry - tears he will not cry Man of sorrows, I won't see your face Man of sorrows, you left without a trace A small boy wonders, what was it all about Is your journey over, has it just begun A vision of a new world, from the ashes of the old Do what thou wilt He screams, from his cursed soul A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness Wondering why, wondering why? Man of sorrows, I won't see your face Man of sorrows, you left without a trace A small boy wonders, what was it all about Is your journey over, has it just begun A man of sorrows racked With thoughts that dare not speak their name Trapped inside a body, Make to feel only guilt and shame His anger all his life "I hate myself" he cried "Do what thou wilt, do what thou wilt" he cried Man of sorrows, I won't see your face Man of sorrows, you left without a trace A small boy wonders, what was it all about Is your journey over, has it just begun Man of sorrows, I won't see your face Man of sorrows, you left without a trace A small boy wonders, what was it all about Is your journey over, has it just begun
Has it just begun