1. It is an ordeal and a straitened time
Revealing no friend

2. I have tasted the thorns of harm
And tasted the stones of the path

3. It seems my days that are not
Waking from death

4. It seems the connected sorrows
Are afforded from a deep wound

5. A planting on shadows, so it is
Never a companion to its owner

6. This that the tears have irrigated
And that is what the blaze has left