Into That Good Night

In these times
 When sickness holds
 A solemn pact with death
 One did fall
 Unto sickness
 And shivering slumber
 Oh heaven above, why
 Is woe on misery piled
 Under these skies
 Should one more of us die?
 Oh heaven above, why
 Is woe on misery piled
 Under these skies
 Should one more of us die?
 From darkest skies
 This night unfolds
 With the most gentle breath
 Still does one fall
 Unto that good night
 From pain ever yonder
 Oh heaven above, why
 Is woe on misery piled
 Under these skies
 Should one more of us die?
 On the concrete shade-tendrils
 Slowly creep and crawl
 By evenfall the shadow-fingers
 Point towards the dawn
 I watch the insects
 Scurrying along the waning light
 For them the dark means death
 Whereas we hold dear this cover of the night
 Oh heaven above, why
 Is woe on misery piled
 Under these skies
 Should one more of us die?
 Oh heaven above, why
 Should one more of us die?