one last ghost so hard to tide over
a lifetime of believing, hearts are seen in the eyes
how wasted our beliefs are sometimes
far off oblivions of blazing sun,
eyes on fire and heart unstrung
in the maze of life,
so aged and beaten,
I wonder, often I ponder
that long lost youth & strange times
when dreams were seen with open eyes
distant silhouettes of castaway hearts
falling wayside on these mean streets of life
hopes and worldly wisdom always collide
i wonder why's, but never if's
Across forever in search of peace
these bridges I burn across the great divides
roads winding and long ahead
a contented soul in search of my gods
