Tired are the arms

That lift all day

That carry every weight

That come their way;

Tired are the legs

That run, run away

From the pains and problems

Of a weary dogged life;

Tired is the heart

That beats for two

That pumps and drums

A snare drum rhythm

That we remember to keep in step;

Tired are the eyes

That never, ever shut

For fear of the dark

The impending doom

That threatens to drown us

Beneath our crushing fears;

Tired is the man,

Tired is the woman,

Tired is the person,

Who cannot sleep

But remains awake

In anxious vigilance

Until the end comes

Teaching it was all for naught

This unnecessary exhaustion.