I do confess I sometimes wonder
Of pigs and sheep of new beginnings
I am but one, a sole survivor, at least I hope my path is longer
Getting stronger as days get longer a lighter mind a subtle change
Nothing seen but less of sorrow fills my days until the morrow
If you asked I wouldnโt know limited my skills are few
No coming back no going forward the nights are cold the mornings hollow
The doors are closed the windows open
Cold chills down my back my head is hurting
The knees are aching from all the praying
Who prays these days
Expecting answers
Fools โ wanting new beginnings
