Joseph Albert King

I have walked upon this earth alone, since the dawn of time, I am the golden child that was left behind. Hear my cries with tempered weep inside of my gentle sleep. As you will, I could try to glide through the pain, but now it seems there is no chance to refrain, and my mind wanders...

 

Born again and again, now I stand entrenched with sin. As my eyes can barely see the world crumbles beneath my feet. Some will rise and some will fall, over the cause of the glitter ball, though you may chose which side- there is no telling when or how we'll die. But if you can set my vine aside, and let me glide above the tide... Then I sail through the pain and offer up my own refrain as my mind will wander yet again...