Moving ever so slow but moving still,
a cold war grips and binds my soul.
When will Truth return and set Despair to flee?
Like a tunnel-work jeering and blasting,
darkness invades and burrows deep.
Moving ever so slow but moving still.
Tenderness evades my withered grasp;
Mirth succumbs to grief and droops to frown.
When will Truth return and set Despair to flee?
Cynical dullness shadows mine eyes
as pandemonium denies the warming Sun.
Moving ever so slow but moving still.
Scalding humiliation tempers my tears
and long my cross no more can I bear.
Pray! Truth will return and set me free.
Exhaustion overcomes and drowns me in slumber
whilst Hope soothes my ragged-born blunder.
Moving ever so slow but moving still
patient Truth will ever be and send Despair to hell.
