An arduous trek over the miles,  
Through the wreckage and rubble  
To face the storms, the dust,  
And the man-made darkness.  
Still, I travel my own path,  
Walk the lonesome road;  
My memories, burdens to bear---  
Whispers of the Old World,  
Clawing through a wasteland  
Of thoughts and dreams all my own.  

Mistakes were made  
And lessons learned.