A soul in agony sings her song
And similar souls gather around
Drums, guitars, heads banging along
Yelling, jumping, dropping on the ground
Drives to madness the frenzied throng
Of souls in agony lacerating their wounds
A soul in agony sits quiet and alone
Among similar souls with wounds of their own
Tears dripping, hands outstretched, heads bent down
They do not yell, or wail, or writhe or groan
Lips hardly moving, their hearts make this moan
“To God alone do I make my agonies known.”
Artwork by: Sean Pierce
