Hope lies in Kindness
Tangled trees all twisted by time
And vacant trails warped by the mind.
Every branch reaching and pulling me along the way
Reminding me that someday I will have to pay
There’s nowhere to run; nowhere to hide;
Not one safe haven where I can abide.
And deeper into the forest tread
I run without a place to rest my head.
I stumble and trip and tear open flesh
Awaiting the fall that will make my death.
Soon I am caught by the tangled trees all twisted by time
And the vacant trails warped by the mind
And all I can do, and all I can ask
Is for a new found hope and a new found path.