Tim Moore - Dolorosa lyrics

It was in an alive garden That we suffered our defeat And the idea we lost our heart in Now seems so sadly incomplete It was a time of much confusion Seems we were always on the run Now we fall back disillusioned Before our task is done Dolorosa, do not hang your head It is only sorrow, and do not lose the thread Dolorosa, dry your weeping eyes Mourning is for mourners Those who can, must rise I saw the hilltop sheathed in thunder But his face was quite composed And his eyes were filled with wonder His life was folding like a rose I can still see the clouds dispersing There was a halo 'round the moon Under their breath, the men were cursing Even the dead to get home soon Dolorosa, these are merely scars Do not lose perspective of what we really are Dolorosa, do not lose your faith If he was so precious Someday he will be replaced Tears of outrage, tears of anger Have vanished in the dusty street Disaster settles into languor All is white in the midday heat A spot of shade under a gable A handmade cradle for the head A leather wine pouch on the table How soon we all seem to forget Dolorosa, ask your weeping heart Would it cry so deeply? Were you not still a part? Dolorosa, people do forget But we must remember We can't give up yet (Dolorosa) (Dolorosa)