Watching and Waiting
A lone pistol hangs on the wall;
A lone pistol hangs on the wall;
will it ever go off, sounding
in the cold air of midwinter,
or will it sullenly hang there?
in the cold air of midwinter,
or will it sullenly hang there?
A day of ashes and tears
when we’ll know at the last
when we’ll know at the last
how to weigh what we’ve lost;
in the sorrow of judgment,
in the sorrow of judgment,
we’ll have all our answers,
we’ll know all our secrets;
all the looming unrest
will come to an end on that day.
we’ll know all our secrets;
all the looming unrest
will come to an end on that day.
Have mercy that day on all;
fear that the pistol may finally
go off, fear even mercy
itself, for love is most fearsome.
fear that the pistol may finally
go off, fear even mercy
itself, for love is most fearsome.
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