I think that I may travel
Too a land far away
That once I called my home
But the journey seems vast
The trials and trails unrelenting
But of the task I know I am fit
I am but a human unknown of no resolve.
Too aware of their faults and failures.
I am left to think of a time far beyond me
When the erasure of life becomes.
Something just so unrelenting.
All I want is to hide behind your hands.
So that I may not see the light of my eyes.
Yet all I can see.
All I can see is the whites of the iris'
Of the ones I've failed.
Those that have gone blind.
So I have learned.
From there never ending loss.
No shelter for those that,
Take others under their wings.
The only comfort you have
Is the rain, shine, clouds, and sky above.