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I've walked too long, too far in the dark.
I'm lost and lonely, empty inside.
The trees and grass are drenched in blood,
The road is cold and hard and wrong.
I've lost what faith I ever had.
My dreams and hopes have fled.
My soul now knows the painfilled grief
Of wandering from your plan.
I can no longer hear see your face.
No more your voice I hear.
My heart no longer feels your love,
But I know that you are there.
I walk the long halls of madness.
Drink deep the cup of despair.
My broken thin line of reality
Has all but vanished here.
On vast and empty plains I've crawled
Bleak nothing plains of my mind.
In blackness so deep so horrid in hell
The demons beside it seem pale.
I've been too long among the dead.
In the grave too long I've sat.
I don't want to care, to try anymore;
I just want to welcome my death.
In void and pain and darkness
No one else hears my silent cries.
Why don't they seem to understand.
Don't they see my painfilled eyes.
Too long I have roamed, hurt and alone
Too many times I've fallen.
I can't see your light, my eyes are blind
But I can feel your love.
You always stand there waiting
With arms stretched open wide.
Without me even knowing
You open up my mind.
With tender, gentleness and calm
You lightly lift me up.
The weight too great for me to bare
Is nothing in your hand.
When myself so often fails me
At my side you always stay.
When all is gone and nothings left,
My soul remains with thee.
Your love flows ever towards me.
Living water soothes and heals.
Your joy and peace surround me,
All rest lies in your hands.
(1970)
Tobbie WhiteBird Crowe
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