The night I tried to kill myself
You came into my room and wept
For me. The beauty of your longing
Held me like a plaintive song.
You came into my room and wept,
Suffering my suffering,
And held me like a plaintive song
Till I myself became your sun.
Suffering my suffering,
You taught me well the source of pain
Till I myself became your sun
Shining on the world back home.
You taught me well the source of pain:
For me, the beauty of your longing,
Shining on the world back home
The night I tried to kill myself. |
