Rest, Dear

Rest, dear
Your fight is over
Don't hang your head
Walk in the green grass
The clover
The beating, hard rain
Now falls soft and steady
You're cleansed
You're ready
Pick up all the dreams
You thought you threw away
Pick them up
Like their the glitter that they are
Pray
Rest
Your time has surely come
Your soft pillow now awaits
Heaven with its lovely angels
Have opened their gates
Stones fall from your shoulders
Better for the path that
You now walk
No more mucky path
Forget the wrath
Rest, dear
Your new day is here.