I wonder at night as I sit alone, dark clouds and rain outside.
The ocean pounding on the shore with a tone of derision, cried
An old cat meowing at someone's door wanting inside,
Will I ever forget my obstinate pride,
Why do all have the inner fears?
They are always there through the years.
Did I do right or was it all wrong?
There should be a way to conquer and be strong.
You walk a road that is no more when at the end stands a little brown church.
The pain is gone, the door droops with age and as you quietly walk in it seems to lurch.
The bell in the tower is long gone, inside a broken pew is still there.
On the wall an icon with the picture faded and gone with wear.