Where to rest my weary head
when the road is filled with fettered stones
that chain me down with verdant pain
searing flesh and crunching bones
escape to where must I now seek
to escape the bleakness of it all
and in the dark I dare retreat
to face the essence I deem too bleak
and when im there to my surprise
a discovery louder than my cries
the unexpected has occured
yet again yet again
a point of light lie to my gaze
shinning brightly at my face
light so bright it speaks to me
I am not your enemy
so trust in me and take my hand
perhaps someday you will understand
though all seem now as doom and gloom
behind it all serendipity