whispers in the corridor
alone
True words that gather
promote the frost
many are lost
but I will look to thee
above all else
the soft slight of forgiveness
look to the Almighty
above the furtherance
to glow amidst the pain

there are days I'm insane
but show me the way
onto a brighter day
rest among the sultan sheets
narrow the road at the edge of the street
parting with such dancing feet