Was it not just yesterday
That I looked to the wall and spurned thy name
Was it not just a moment ago
That I claimed false strength from nothing?

In a barren desert I looked for life
In a vast ocean I searched for land
In a midst of rigid cycles I yearned for excitement
In a state of confusion I burrowed for meaning

Nay, speak not to my heart, voice of Almighty
For pride stands me alone
While I crumble under the weight of troubles
Nay, open my eyes not, hands of Glory
For blinded I face alone
The harsh world of hypocrisy

Such my parched soul whimpered
Disguised by obstinence my parasitic desperation
Onwards, march en route
To Where honey spills and breads in abundance

A trecherous trek over a mountain
Storms and winds, robbers and bears
Upon a gully my weary feet lands
Where a golden stream trickles and the rainbow ends

Into the valley I took my first step
And never again I had to fret
Apples, flowers, peace widespread
The sun ever-shining through rains and tides