Sometimes the wilderness in the sky of justice lies
There dies wrath as the poem in willful silence cries
Where did your stories go
Where did thy wailing winds blow
In solitude in calmness the darkness sweeps
To subdue the wandering broken weeps
My bones are weak my flesh fails
In mundane knowledge the misery trails
Fate has its funny ways
Death has its sunny days
Ill not be forsaken I say
God bless me its not my play
Truth the bright light is veiled
Sorry but my destiny is forever sealed
The splinters of that shattered dream fall
To injure the eye of hope striding tall
Restore my sanity I plead, restore my peace please
No…….stay thirsty lie hungry and live in disease
The journey is far from complete
neither started nor replete
