The Road

Weary souls

wandering along

the road

Lost in a dream

of other things

when did we

fall by the wayside

and where were

we going

when we were

waylaid by the

chasm of despair?

Look long ahead

and see the goal

and get back up

on your own two

feet. Walk with

me until you tire

hand in hand.

When again

fatigue does

draw you low

let me carry you

onward

for dear sweet

souls,

I walk with you

I talk with you

the same,

I've known

the same treacherous

path,

and wandered long

alone.

So I will be here

waiting

when you want to

walk again.

Not alone.

Together.

Hand in hand

or upon my back

my friend.

You are not

lost to me.

Even

if you do not

see, that

I will be there

for you.

I'm no

deity, no

immortal spark,

just a man,

a friend, who

has long lingered

in the dark.

But a candle I will

be to help

you see your own

two feet.

A gentle urging

voice, to let you

hear, there is no

retreat.

Just victory at the

end of the road.

For you, and me

and others who

fight this weary fight

against the dark

oppression of

that mad tyrant

of the mind.