Trudge On lyrics

These are grey days

That foretell of winter's return

When aching fingers

Cannot grasp or release

And knees do not bend

Without writhing pain

Even sleep evades

Giving way to earthly woes

Unable to slip into

That peaceful transience

Escaping for but a while

A time that whiles away

And rekindles thoughts ago

A realm where loss and regrets

So vast in gained years

Experiences of a life lived

The grey pall that envelopes

Entering even the very being

To comfort the profound sense

The soul's hopefull self

Instinctively grasping for good

No position of comfort

Nor remedy for maladies

Accumulations, an era's tasks

Trudge on, trudge on

In noble continued cause

An ideal, the santity of life

Its preservation, unabated

If only for another day

That may give cause

For the toils of an aching soul

Rewarded for persistence