7.01.2002

Always near
within my heart
as current as the moment

pangs of sorrow's
ebb and flow
bitter feelings
fraught
with the taste of time wasted

Still longing for the reason
I turn away
away from my life
away from salvation
away from the sweet, chaotic melodies of home

Never far from the core of my soul
my spirit clings to the chance at tomorrow

For tomorrow may bring deliverance