The walls of man close in on my mind
More to the front and less behind.
I struggle with haste to break free
As the world begins to strangle me.
I find myself in circles going round
Trying to fight the curse of a frown.
Searching and searching for a hint of light
To free myself from the daily trite.
A sea of darkness encroaches in
I struggle against the troubles of men.
When the path in front has come to an end,
My head does bow and my knees do bend.
Armoring my soul with an eternal fleece
The blessings from God that offer me peace.
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