I shall not be returning
steadfastness in my wake
forward strident steps I take
yet when the darkness closes in my haunted past is here again
‘O’ where is peace for thy soul to rest
hungry wolves are at my breast
thumping, jumping heartening thud
forgive me lord for there is no rest
‘O’ where is peace for thy soul to rest
hungry wolves are at my breast
thumping, jumping heartening thud
forgive me lord for there is no rest
a hatchling sparrow falls from the nest
with a golden crown upon her crest
Sadness in my glance, which they judge
Sadness in my glance, which they judge
quivering tremble of a beaten cub
misattribution of a splintered grudge
besets the future, lays a fragile bludge
fresh running stream that instead
Is a path to the life of a settled trudge
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