Who of this, can claim to have weathered such pain.
The souls of ages past.

Am I ghost
Am I flesh

I am of nothing, and of hope

Or Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

less


I pledge goodness onto all
I pray thee suffer small

So did I find me.
hobbling on the shore
And did I find me, set of sail
In search for distance
No prospect of destination
Distance bought cheaply
Destined for the the ends of earth

Yet I seek grace
Found at hearth
Of passion pain renewing birth
Forward on
Forward
For
Ward
For passage home
I find myself
On homeward bound

Cast adrift at youth
A child of pumice

To float and soul of ash

Great of hope
Hope at last
My path uncharted
My ropes to lash

Weary but of indifference
to resign
His hope is his design
His hope
Is shared

His hope is mine.

He held my hand and promised true
Walks with him
I came undone

Of the night I came to speak
To visions, voices
Past unknown

So Rocky were the waves and anchor towed
The roads travailed  
The weights unload

Traveled
Wandering
Determined, sailed

Into
The casims
Of the heart
Never faulter
Or
repeat
But, Render

Entreat
Into light

And in his hands my cares were held
My future , past and present meld

Into
entrusted
I to he
My penitence
To chart my course

A sinking ship
With last recourse