Summerland
I go in sorrow to my grave
On limbs heavy, broken, weighed
The prophet's gods my soul to save
With angry love and pockets paid
I go in joy unto my god
Unto my goddess--kindness, love
A journey long, strayed from the rod
Its iron lies shown, broken, sung
I go in peace unto my grave
On limbs light, mended, airy with love
Though prophets screaming, ranting, rave
My goddess waits in summerland above