The GUIDE OF YESTER

The Guide of Yester

Looks the same as yester, nothing new,

The same cuts across my open eyes,

Time bent a blazing fire into two,

One Fire of Earth, another’s of the sky,

A talk I can’t have, but know I need,

A cold wind took off with part of me,

You’re somewhere there, I feel your voice,

Guide me towards the right, just choice.

Sounds the same as yester, its been told,

The same wounds, my wailing ears are bound,

God called you home, a pure place for the bold

Without my goodbye as your final earthly sound.

A talk I can’t have, but know I need,

A cold wind took off with part of me,

You’re somewhere there, I feel your voice,

Guide me towards the right, just choice.

Feels the same as yester, been a week maybe more,

The same holes haunt my tired wounded heart,

Each beat drags with it another dark lonely sore,

A one-soul embrace breaks my whole world apart.

A talk I can’t have, but know I need,

A cold wind took off with part of me,

You’re somewhere there, I feel your voice,

Guide me towards the right, just choice.