The way ahead uncertain
The day as dark as night
Confusion of direction
Every wrong seems right
The traveler growing weary
No energy to pray
For strength or for deliverance
Or to find his way
Still he stumbles forward
Sometimes slips behind
Anything called progress
The torments of his mind
A thousand howling demons
Tear at his heart and soul
Leaving desolate his life
His story left untold
Somewhere in the darkness
A minute gleam of light
Promise of the dawning
Breaking into night
In the deafening silence
A still small voice is heard
The chaotic maelstrom
Captured by a word
Darkness and confusion
Shape begins to form
Hints of a multi-colored band
Woven in the storm
Promise of tomorrow
Promise of the day
In the wasteland of his life
Promise of a way
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