I’m thirsty and I’d like to rest.
Got weary of travelling, sick of the road,
I long for a place to call home.
I have been so many a place,
And I’ve seen many things.
But nothing can bring a jump to my heart,
Numb as I am today.
You know not the burden I bear.
It’s chased me ‘cross mountains, it’s chased me through dales,
But I cannot run from it still.
I can remember that bloody black day,
As if it were minutes ago.
Sunlit it was, yet night it still felt,
A shroud that I cannot shed
The shell of a man, in a prison-like state
Far beyond asking where and why
To live with a burden unable to share
Is reason enough to die
The malice that I have wrought?
The dear only knows my intentions were good,
Still my hands stained with blood.
Well my eyes were so full of greed and of lust,
I couldn’t see what was done.
Now will you, Innkeeper, feed the one soul,
That could not a many have fed?
It leaves a scar as you go.
What has been seen cannot be unseen,
Another thing that you know.
Thousands and thousands of them.
I’ve fallen from grace, from riches to rags,
Yet pity I do not deserve.
Well innkeeper, sir, would you ever forgive,
if it were up to you?
And could you please give me a meal,
And a bed to rest my head?
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