friendless - the son of man

still, is this heaven's plan?

the brow bled and comfort came

yet the road remained the same

three here: the end’s in sight

still, one may yet breathe light

guilt is mangling innocence

aye…

The bewildered Past

          (maybe) wants to talk

As the deaf'ning Present

demands our all

While the Future he...si...ta...tes

     (for we may yet fall)

And Eternity dims

Our half-imagined

          half-forgotten call