I mourn for the soothing wind,
It is lonely, and will always be
I mourn for those who never sinned
Mercy they will never see
I mourn for the early sun,
It gives light but unto itself
I mourn for all the things undone
Like old, unopened books on shelf
I mourn for the radiant sky,
It can never touch the ground
I mourn for those who wish to fly
They get lost; they're never found
I mourn for the evening star,
Or what remains of its past light
For what turns sweetness into sour
Or day into the night
I mourn for the comet's tail,
It will never return
I mourn for the weak and frail
Their strengths society spurn
I mourn for the midnight moon,
It is the sad reflection of humanity
The widow, the orphan, the dead, the loon
Oppressed by hostile insanity
I mourn for those who always mourn
They do for mourning's sake
For with the truth we are reborn
A banquet, we partake.
