Nobody’s fault but mine,
nobody’s fault but mine,
repeated the small voice from within the darkness,
and out of the darkness their must come forth a light,
and that light carried a small wee voice that said:
It’s nobody’s fault but mine.
Dark was the night,
cold was the ground,
still was the air,
shrill it broke the salience,
and declared it to be,
swill,
came the water,
and hope that could be killed,
fill your lungs with laughter,
till blame runs out and spill,
this day well not be over,
tomorrow’s standing still,
light me a candle,
the truth will out and kill.
