Traversing fields of ice and barren lands Accursed woods so dark and torrid sands Returned have I, with nothing on my hands To nothing more than simply make amends
I kept on following the brightest star Up there it shined undimmed like a cigar Across those mountains I have ventured far The struggle, with my strength was not on par
I've faced the cold, I've been through hell and back I've been so close to have an heart attack These wounds around my arms, my legs, and neck Have dripped along, they left this ****** track
Tendeth thee my ailing ills? I have all lost my way and will Yet in me lies a passion still Some fast heart thumps that I can feel Perhaps desire or the thrill To happiness in me fulfill
*Of Hope and Failure by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.