"From the Briar" Lyrics

CGB

Hear my footsteps laid to rest,
The seed of my fortune killed at best.
My fame was not enough to see,
My only love outside of me.

I rushed and fell to her own eyes;
My weakness will not compromise.
My shadow shall not hide my shame--
So throw my guilt entwined with pain.

If it were myself to say:
I would’ve thrown it with the grain.
But love is not myself and I--
So I’ll give it another try.

Upon the fields and o’er the rise--
Upon my weary shaking eyes--
Inscribed into the earth alone:
Is dust and air taken from my bone.

She beckoned me and loves tranquil:
A face so pure so sweet, rident.
Broken, humble, not with pain--
Standing firm against the grain.