Sitting on the rocking chair
With wrinkles and grey hair
Laugh lines and tear stains
Happy memories and growing pains
Yet when I look in my blue eyes
I see the dark and light I recognize
The ups and downs with which I am familiar
Yet in another’s eyes there is always something similar

I set out on the grandest journey of all
The journey to find myself and my soul
The greatest question: “Who am I?”
Makes the mightiest men cry
Makes the feeblest of men smile
This question of unknown guile

I journey through the paths of my past
A fear and a darkness that last
A faint shell lies in the rubble of the road
A skeleton lies there crushed by its load
I walk on through with many tears
I see a man lost in a forest of fears
As I attempt to leave it behind
There is a strong grip I find
On me compelling me to stay
Reminders are there telling me I’m okay

I sprint to the edge and jump off the mountain
I escape the past but I fall again
In the present I am still the skeleton of old
A shadow of a man that is far from bold
Madness has stricken me to doubt
Overwhelmed I shout
I need a break from my thoughts
Yet my display is all for nought

I fall asleep and see a picture
Something that I never knew for sure
A hope for a life of pleasantries
Seems so full of vacancies
Searching for someone understanding
But go further into this maddening
I ramble on about the secret of joy
Yet all still I only see this boy
How can they break through?
They need the God so true