Walking in the pasture, low and dark,
I hear the sound of meadowlark...

Im appalled at the view,
And I'm new...

I begin a word to them, in my head and heart,
And my fear of them, is obvious from the start...

Meandering along a path of dust,
Thinking of life's opportunity...

What can I be, my brother of tranquility,
A dog dead on the road, a serial killer in active...

Justice is blind,
It has been raped...

What in the world is left,
Dear Lord, I'm in a daze...

It has come full-circle,
We made it around an entire cycle...

The cold moves in again,
Quite a forlorn embrace of dread...

There isn't a cure,
No, there sure as hell isn't a remedy...

Time has moved on,
And the "good times" sometimes seem to...

Crawl along the gutters,
Akin to the worms...