My cup runnith over
with the blood of my sins
strangling the love
I once felt within

A long time ago
it was stolen from me
the essence of life
woe be it to me

I claimed to see
but I saw my own sight
blind as a bat
on the darkest of nights

Battered by storms
adrift in the sea
I accused myself
of this iniquity

Each passing day
returned with new hope
searching with vigor
my faith is my boat

The thunder will pass
the clouds drift away
the light of new life
will shine one day

I knew it would happen
my heart still beats true
the darkness of life
left when I met you

You came into being
like a soft gentle breeze
changing me completely
making me free

With each passing day
knowing it to be so
I can only say

Traveler On The Path