The End

Lord
Where would this long journey
Come to an end
When would this entire quest
Come to a halt
Or would it matter
As much to whom I am
As much to what I’ve been

Lord
I bare open my whole self
To the tinniest ego of manhood
I submit me to whom it belongs
Take me in
Listen to my prayers

Lord
I heed strength from your Might
To say it doesn’t matter
If I fall, should I stand
For all that I have done
To the best that I could
As sincere
As honest
As truthful

As my heart sought
As my soul asked for
As truly as I felt

On the day she would send me
Running the street
Seeking refuge
Hating myself
Weeping in my own shadows

For there is no fault
No guilt of hers
Nor do mine for loving