Life, itself, without some comfort is so scary
I am all alone and all alone must parry
What the world and the Unknown would have me carry
On my shoulders, on my back and in my head.
So I travel round the places I have been
And I cling to what I’ve heard and what I’ve seen
Till the end from everything I must be weaned
And I find what is alive and what is dead.
Should I cower in the corner or take courage
From a faith, a hope, a love that I can share?
Can I step into the dark that does disparage
All the folly that my pride did choose to dare?
Yes, the end will have me naked and so humble
Like the Garden or the womb that I forgot
So I pray that all I am will never crumble
To the forces where I find that I am not.