Valley Of Desolation

Who sat on my Valley of Desolation

And made me sick out of superbia

And gave me a hint of rueful living.

The scene of meadows and woods are

Far better than that of life.

I cried for my place and incapacitated

Ran down the footprint of a commoner.

The edge of the cliff made me perceive

The demarcation between life and death.

Between grief and relief.