In the damp chill of the early morning contemplating life, pining for our youth will falling to our knees and repenting make up for all the dark sins of the past? For there are dreams of evil which haunt us painful pricks by a life best forgotten and screaming souls beg for absent mercy crying; why have thou forsaken us, Lord? in the damp chill of an early morning it is possible to see with fresh eyes but often it is not a wished-for view and i tire of this bleak and deary world wher