A Ponte

Cry
Put your heart on the table
Cry
Your age-old sadness
Lift your heart from the mud
And cry
The holy pain and the profane pain
May God protect those who cry
For all human sorrow

Man is always alone
The end is always dust
No one escapes the knot
That life ties one day
So cry in peace
For the tear that falls
Is the bridge between nothing
And another life ahead

(And God protects those who cry)