Good Friday

Come lay here beside me

And I'll fear no death.

I'll give you my body

And I'll breathe your breath.

No-one will harm you

Inside this song.

We will be safe here

As the light is long

That makes way for Good Friday.

Get out of your body,

For there goes your blood.

It falls on my secrets

And colours the flood.

The time of our fathers

Is not ours to kill,

Their sad-cellared wines

Are not ours to spill

And won't be passed over Good Friday.

Though this life

Is Ash Wednesday,

It's Ash Wednesday,

It forever approaches Good Friday.