The Fall

Lost in a world of darkness, I sojourn onward.

Keeping in tim, keeping in pace.

Never behind, but never ahead.

I'm tired and weary,

Mine eyes are heavy, my soul is weak.

Barely moving , continue fighting.

A voice doth say,

Fight for but another day.

Another says,

The road be to hard to treck,

continue on but another day.

Yet another says,

Ahhh... but this path over yonder is smooth and flat,

treck but this course.

The first and second respond together,

But that course leads to another end and not home.

The third voice receads.

The second voice again pleas,

take the path another way,

the woods be dark and are unknown onto me.

The first again responds,

But it is in our darkest hour we gain thy greatest wisdom,

for if we do not fall, how can we understand how we rise?

The second reacedes.

The third leaves saying onto me,

Travel thy road true and straight, the Lord shall provide.

I've come but down this narrow road to find I must fight,

my war shall not be fought with swords or guns,

It shall be fought with my soul and heart.

These wounds that can befall me are greater than any physial wound.

They are deeper, and do not always heal.

But I must stand tall, and my character must not take the fall...