Eyes that pierce the darkest night
Ears that sense the broken twig
Sees the road that follows light
and will not be forsaken

Lead me through the darkness, fell
Lead me past the traps they dig
Past the wood where shadows dwell
and let me not be taken

I am strong, yet I am weak
Here I thrive and there I wither
Facing fears I dare not speak
my restless heart is aching

I stretch, I reach, I bend, I grow
I sit I watch, I shrink, I dither
Through all of this I seek to know
where is it I'll be waking


1 comment:

  1. This one is also supposed to be read with a fairly Scottish/North English accent. I had a friend's voice in mind, she is from York. Someday, maybe Roma will read it for me.