I hear you want to die.
I heard you even tried.
Did you hear the tear on
The ground as it dried.

Did you see the face strained
With pain as hope drained...
Away...

And away you've been,
In my arms stay, never did,
but I pray you've seen.
The way of light spirit won't freight.

Sight can be plagued and blighted,
Look to the light and
See illusions slighted.
See raw reality laid bare,
From the past to what's passed
The present has lain a challenge fair.