Mystery shrouds my celestial
self, I can not find my guiding
light. My soul has traveled far
and wide, my body lays sleeping
in the midnight tide. I have
searched the world to find some
peace it has been futile so I
cease. I pray for those who
have need, and can not see,
why can it not be for me. He
has been good to me, he has
cried as I bleed, why do I
question when I should believe.
Spirituality has bypassed my
pondering soul, I could not
stop it, I know not where to go.
My faith has slipped through
the hourglass of time, my
celestial self will be a mime.

Lost Soul © 2000 Annette Garnett