Tuesday, January 22, 2008

The Path

The darkness it haunts me
Trees are cold and still
Alone beneath the crescent moon
Afraid
Stumbling forward, whispers in the night
I have been here before
Yet it is strange
I'm uneasy, alone
But the others are here
Together and apart
We stumble, we search
Hope comes up empty
Still we press along
Waiting for the end, for knowledge
The dawn will restore our faith
When we learn to believe again
And clear emotions will show us
What we desire most
The Truth will set us free
And we are finally home

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