Life twists and turns, pushes and pulls,
Leaving behind a trail of carnage and lies.
Shows us as all manners of fops and fools,
Lives left in ruins, our paths in demise.
What a fool I was, what a fool I have been,
To let what was good, walk away from my life.
Twisting and raging against all that was seen,
Constantly battling life's unfair reckoning strife.
I can not undo the wrongs, never remited,
Regrets in my soul, within my heart demanding.
The path laid out before me, once committed,
Consciousness comes in waves, ever expanding.
Prophecy foretells, foreshadows time and time again,
Holding fast to the promises of redemption, reunion.
Trusting in the journey, self discovery, freedom within,
Until such a day, when worthy I find myself again.
Half of a whole, endlessly searching, searching,
To find what is lost, what has been missing within.
The path is not my own, endlessly reaching,
To become what is promised, freed from my sins.
She holds the key, wherever she may be,
My heart held captive, unwilling to be free.
For who can desire to be half of a whole,
The promise is made, to remake my world.