A man knows not his purpose
until left along life's road alone
Letting go things of his former life
caring not what he may own

As then he finds solace to cry
when he sees that he is so real
Living through dark rains night
he then knows that he can feel

In that one divining moment
his purpose becomes so clear
Caring no more for adventure
he now knows the taste of fear

The lonesome anguish beckons
love lost aches and torments so
Feral demons of the black night
seem as to never let him go

The love that once beheld him
has him thinking he's insane
The mirror shows no mercy
to the face held in it's pane

The man you passed by the road
who looked as to never sleep
May be he that touched love's heart
with a soul both wide and deep

Tate
Original version with pictures and music
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