Lamentations

Take away all your sorrow.
Lay them all on me.
They'll beg, they'll make you steal and borrow,
Even make you feel you're free.
But think not of this toll till tomorrow.
All the trouble,
All the toil,
God-forsaken, blood-stained soil.
In this world of words that boil,
Years of planning, yet they foil.
Lay them all on me.