There was a whisper of despondency betwixt my heart and lungs.
I called for peace and understanding when I thought I would find none.
My silent tearful screams of drunken pain rang louder than my art.
My fundamental flaws forbade then called the Saul within my heart.
Will I find You in the winter cold, in snow and freezing rain,
or in the warmth of friends and fires long of music and refrain?
Will I find You in the summer sun, in rays of golden light;
in cloudless days of blissful daze; oh, wordless wonder of the sky?
There were intrepid beating fickle fragments clinging to my veins.
I called for stillness, safe and somber; shy of emptiness and blame.
My trying soul could not sustain the farce of "time will heal the pain".
But then again I felt my mind go numb as sorrow was replaced.
Will I find You in the springtime bloom, in blossoms bursting free,
or in the placid tones of bub'ling brooks in vernal symphony?
Will I find You in the autumn chill, in brown and crimson...
