ALL OUR YESTERDAYS ARE GONE

Now all our yesterdays are gone
The bane of many sorrows
Those passions we could not restrain
As moths before a naked flame
Snared by pleasure, pierced with pain
A sad and hopeless quandary


Now all our sorrows are as one
The scourge of many people
Poured upon a single soul
Accursed that we might be made whole
As judgement took its final toll
The hope of all and sundry