So long and deep the endless dark
all forward motion seeming lost.
Through shuttered eyes no image seen
all hope to four winds, random cast
Tears long ago that burned with pain
Flow easy now and coursing free,
The hurt of loss a muted ache,
remembering what used to be
But life itself holds out a hand,
hurt tears just veiled the road to take,
no wish to place in jeopardy
a trust so fragile, ripe to break.
But as the sands that sweep through time
clear pathways new and still unknown.
A distant light, a beacon flames
the need to move ahead, alone
To hear the roar of change about
and know with clarity that now,
despite the hardships of the past
those four winds bring me home.. somehow
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