I find myself here standing
Beside the Sorrow Well
Many call it heaven...
While others named it hell
I didn't have a penny...
I guess it's just as well
As even Jesus came here
Where teardrops collect and dwell
It's here he built the very cross
That he was crucified
The Sorrow Well had overflowed
From all the tears he cried
He'd called out loud for mercy
But nobody had replied
And so he climbed the rugged hill
Where he there cruelly died
So now i find myself alone
Beside the Sorrow Well
Nothing more than mortal
With demons to expel
I too cried out for mercy
But slipped before i fell
Drowning in the teardrops
Of the lonely Sorrow Well
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