• There is no hope for the helpless here.
    There is only despair.


    Waning want for things unseen,
    Over these hills
    To find those green
    Verdant lands of purposed toil.
    All upon grounds of yielding soil.
    To find those pastures in which to rest
    A calming home of emotion what's best.
    Where the waters surge with life for those
    Who wish to be where good life grows.
    Content and happy is where I'll be
    Away from deserts and pebbles. Snowy
    Wastes will be behind me then.
    I'll walk that barren never again.
    So find in me a haven from fear
    Apathy's voice cannot find us here
    Amongst the half hearts waning want
    For your arrival without flare or flaunt.
    Because here you'll be who
    You are, yourself true.
    You needn't hide from those shadows after you.
    Instead you'll find your shadow gone.
    Embraced by light, you are not alone.