Bruised and haggard on the road was I
Rest; a lonely memory
My garments heavily stained with blood
my body aches and pleas
Dusk beds itself on the desert plains
It's cover, I must brave
Survive you won't, my body says
Lie down; greet your grave
Lie down; greet your grave
A flickering light in my eye is caught
A midst much pain, I rise
Was Hope behind this shadow veiled
Or darkness in disguise?
"To call this wasteland home," I said,
"What demon would it be?"
A devil I found my host was not
Expectant, in fact, of me!
Love and tenderness; oh the joy!
All my needs, supplied
Though my eyes shed a foreigner's tears
As a son, they were dried
Peace tucked me in to rest that night
My death now long forgotten
One step from my grave I arrived
With new life, I was begotten
