There is a darkness in this land of pain and tortures from man's hand.

From unkept promise's lies and pain deception of truth and evil things.

Misery loves company and this poor boy sings harmony.

In the darkness where I stand a light it shines in my hand.

That light is that of unspoken words and the truths that you have never heard.

Wisdom is that which keeps me strong and in this poem you'll find my song.

To live in love is good to die may blessings find you in your life.