Sorrow Called

Sorrow called while I was sleeping,

As he had done once before,

Prying open eyes still sore

From the endless bouts of weeping.

Scattering courage I'd been keeping

For a rainy day, in store,

Sorrow called while I was sleeping,

As he had done once before.

He walked not boldly, but came creeping,

Like those robbers I abhor,

Came to wreck my life once more,

Bringing changes harsh and sweeping.

Sorrow called while I was sleeping.