Remembrance

Even among the multitude Even in the din of crowd Even in ruthless material fancies Even among visions shady and clouded I found my place I found my peace I found my heart being rightly set Tied by the threads of bright light To my very own extension To my very own soul!

I had lost my voice In the din of crowd Among those people Who lusted for power They wounded me badly Scalded my flesh With hot iron rods Of crude words and phrase. I endured them still Waiting it to end one day The day their soul Will call for peace But noise is all That they knew Used it in force To drown my voice. They shouted And shouted The tempo was up I have had enough And told them to Shut up Now I know a peace so rare It ties my heart to the sky up there.