As pilgrims here - we sometimes journey
To who knows what - to who knows what?
Come and sing this simple story
That god forgot - that life forgot
Don't you know god is disabled
Is disabled
Clouds may gather all around you
But he's disabled
He's no friend to the friendless
And he's the mother of grief
There's only sorrow for tomorrow
Surely, life is to brief
Surely, love is to brief
Don't you know god is disabled
Is disabled
Clouds may gather all around you
But he's disabled...
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by Dickinson