We streamed out of the aisles like tears,
The grim voice in the darkness, clear,
Had not allayed our fears—
It said, "Go! There is nothing left for you here."
We left the stone walls in silence,
Not one atop the other cried out—
All we knew was darkness and fear of violence,
As one by one we deserted Him on the mount
We set our feet to wandering ways,
Not steadfast pilgrims but scattered sheep—
Scant days ago our mouths were filled with praise,
But this night our eyes are full of sleep
We long to return from the exile
of our own choosing, the darkness bitter
with tears that drop as we toil mile after mile,
Under the black sky, void of stars that glitter
We walk the road of memory this night
that is different from all others,
But darkness is our companion, and Fright
our fiery devotion smothers
We surged out of aisles like bitter tears,
The even voice rang out in the dark,
"Go! There is nothing left for you here."
We went out into the night, silent and stark
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