None could I blame
for my being lost
in the wilderness of time
youth was too proud
and boasted: my way I know
leave me alone--whatever the outcome
I'll accept---realisation came
too late and I was trapped
in quagmire and couldn't escape--

those wasted years
the blackout
the horrors
the fears and tears
the tormenting doubts

then to myself I said:
I must get out
too young am I
not ready to succumb
and die

it was not prayer
(I scarcely knew how)
that saved my life
but those few words
that suddenly dawned
upon me like a voice
from the sky:

live, live you must
the flower of love
is just beginning to bud
luring, awaiting your embracing
you would have a new start
look, look inside the beauty
in your virginal heart--

a strong force from nowhere
held my hand in a second
and led me to a dry land
how mysterious, even now
I couldn't understand--

the trees all at once in a train
glittered with blinding light
the path was the softest terrain
gone were the shadows of night

and lo!----along the way
an endless stream of flowers
was dancing and singing
and luscious grass was waving from the bowers-

home, o home I was heading
the music of love was ringing
life henceforth would be heaven
as I had been released from my past burden.