Exile

Away from green pastures of existence, we plight amongst sorrow and dust,
Roaming towards home - broken feet, shattered heart… still, we walk.

When all around seemed as echoes – distant – from that past within,
We roamed and still endured… and fighting, from lamb to lion we came to be.

Should pointing arrows hide themselves - under vanity and despair…
Then we stretch further, thin and humble, we wondered free…

Keeping burning fire alive inside, lighting candles in our eyes,
As lit stars in heavens, is hope enduring in our hearts…

When we wonder, we stray …

Tired soul dragging,
Tired eyes looking to see,
A star of light, the golden city
Amongst shades, light on me…

When we wandered, we passed away…

As the old man – sick and tired – we walked in shades,
And with shades we struggled… now we believe…

Beyond death and torment, beyond howling screams,
There’s a voice - a silent whisper – saying you don’t belong here…

Lost as we walked - may light guide tired body and broken will,
When nothing else seems there to hold us, and everything seems pale and still;

One day we stop – bloodless and cold.
Stony eyes and wasted breath as we stare…

All the rainbows of creation, all the winds of the past
Become an echo of this moment - on it a future that will last
And all shadows that once tortured, all torments we have passed
Turn to nothing in that moment, when everything is in the heart

We were slaves

Now we are free!