2:32 PM

This tension center chest , I wish I could dig the grave and bury this sorrow . Yet I still look up to the clouds of Heaven, one day fear dissolves .

Lord hear my plea for mercy . One cannot be upset with the bed they sow , but should every hour of life ,my side be pierced ?

Do I not learn the tunes life displays from when the sun wakes , till he slumbers and the moon comes from hiding ? 

I've ate with such lessons , cried with the piper , as well as broke them. Pick me up on your wings of gold , let these feet of burning rest awhile .

I dream of the years ahead , tho my head bows about troubles tomorrow. As if I know change , which is always a certainty comes and swallows up the moment.
 
Fear my old friend , we part ways here on this overcast desolate field .