Comfort Me No More (Rachel Mourning Her Children)

Refrain:
Let weeping fill the streets
Let weeping fill the streets
O comfort me no more
O comfort me no more

We live and breathe our poverty
Death always close at hand
Each passing year a miracle
That shines in this dark land

But this attack so savage,
Unexpected, and extreme
Makes all the common travesties
Feel like a faded dream

Refrain

O heartless puppet king, 
You took my children to the grave
But this, my chance to mourn, 
I will not let you steal away

The pow’rful clench their fists
And our prospects start to dim
In grief God meets us mourning,
And each morning we are His

Let weeping fill the streets
Let weeping fill the streets
O comfort me no more
My children are no more