The wind roars in the blackjacks
Turning and twisting the trees
Looking Looking
...
Hope
I walk alone
In my own desolation.
My fears
make a desert
of my heart.
I'm trying to go forward.
But all I can see
is Backward.
I hear my dreams
Empty
Useless
Flapping in the wind.
My ideals
are dry and broken
underfoot.
Oh Lord, come and
rock me to sleep
and
Wake me up
with the gift of
a Future with You.