Cry my beloved Country

'The fallen open the canopy to light' From Visual Counterpoint

When the cries of pain echo
In the darkness of night,
Call to the wind for silence
While the moon holds the light,

When the cries of pain shriek
In the face of ignorant pride,
Call to wisdom for silence
While the wind passes aside.

When the cries of pain cease
In the passage of all things,
Call Time to hold the music,
While the word gladly sings.