grogily I move about
sandy eyes in mornings drought
All alone in silence cleansed
All the wounds, in silence mends.

i'm quiet in my head and mind
I am no longer dead and blind
I am no long cynical
My cup is now half way full.

Here it is my crusification
here it is release of affliction
Here it is my hanging cross
suffer now, pay the cost.

Happiness is measured
By the pain you have weathered.

Not until then will you deserve a thing.