A Greiving Father.

Arms and limb.
With night lights dim.
Where is he, where is him?

A voice does cry.
Upon his chest a bruised heart lie.
Each pump only darken his bruised skin.

Upon asphalt his feet unrestly sit.
His eye's on darting only see his dim lamp lit.

"Where alas doth he sit?"
"His voice he doth faintly cry.."
Yet my boy I cannot see eye to eye

"Oh my boy where do you lie?"
Faintly seen and faintly cry
In the Dead of the night...