I walked the lonely path

With no sound and no cart.

I walked the eerie night

With no man and no light.

I walked the wobbly faith

With no hope and no strength.

I walked the sinful cage

With no sight and no rage.

I walked the swampy ground

With no hold and no help around.

I walked the dead life 

With no mercy and no strive.

I walked the frozen time

With no end and no rhyme.

I walked the empty heart

With no blood and no beat.

I walked the roaring storm

With no past and no future.

I walked all along,

The dark for so long

That I was scared to see

Even the rustle inside me.

The looming scary fog

Had muffled the once roaring part

And latched it away, away from my heart.

But suddenly I stumbled

And heard one rumbled.

Infront I looked

And the side I searched

But not finding one

Made my fear worse.

No courage had I had

To turn and look back,

But with the last ounce of flowing red,

I managed to behold the one behind my head

And there stood I, drapped in the robes

Of humanity and hope,

My streched hands glowed

And out came the light that told,

" You are welcomed back."