filthy travels of faith
Knees weaken
Mind bruise by lies
Heart is scorn by fire of desire
Arms suffering from pain of pushing forth ward
Feet steadily slipping off the truth
But I still stand push forth down the path
My eyes filled with tears
But is see the light at the end of the tunnel
My back hurt from the idea of carrying my generation on my back
But yet I gain strength as I am reminded that on a few good man
Can fight the battle of faith
This poem is about:
Me