Pilgrimage
As I am clothed with sorrow
I walk this road,
still looking for tomorrow,
when I can lose this load,
but underneath this burden
there is strength to spare
and I can hope to see you
at my journey's final end.
The weight is growing heavy
from a past of tears;
the burden of this levy
consists of doubts and fears;
but as I walk this highway
I can look ahead
and I can hope to see you
at my journey's final end.
My inside, feeling hollow,
is an empty ache
as in this life I follow
the paths that I must take,
but through this bitter journey
my spirits rise aloft
and I can hope to see you
at my journey's final end.
