Pangs Of Reality

Pangs Of Reality



Call it pain, or the disavowed gain,
Truth is the nail, thy followers attain.

Riding to thou, with flesh and soul,
Returning to you, the gems, the travails.

Reveling the winds,I often wonder,
If,in this desert,I am alone.


Some call it lie,others say vain,
Ways of thou, they eternally disdain.


All my traits, to thou I surrender,
No more I dream, No more I cry.


Come what may, roses or thorns,
I know the path, the way to thy arms.