To see like sun the wrong at bay
and believe the good that could be
and to rise each troubled day
to choose again the path uneasy
To know the price and want for truth to pay:
misconstrued, ill-perceived, painted as the very ill
you seek to heal and made alone to walk the way
wrong, unfair, unjust, alone. Alone, alone at will
To suffer long and well this wound of isolation
and drink the ancient dregs of justice tarried
for which the only offered balm is vindication
and in its absence to grow weak but never wary
It is to wait and wait and throbbing wait
to not become all that you're said to be
patient for a miracle to echo through the ache
in the words, "I was wrong. Please forgive me."
And if today is not that day
to rise again to face the lonely tests
to stay the path of truth, to stay to stay
until returns One to stand above the rest
with words of "Welcome faithful child.
Your weariness is over. Come lay yourself to rest.
My peace is yours so stay just stay,
I'll be with you in awhile."