Stumbling, sliding and slipping astray-
The path is treacherous and full of dismay.
It is the suffocating landscape of yesterday;
The deadened eyes of the child, that do not change-
Can you see the sharp mind dulled by rage-
Can you hear the roar of the soul, subdued by pain?
Every so often the signs appear-
To show that the light of redemption is near,
As the aspirations of every dream, expel the fear.