In the moment where truth dances with lies
I catch the fire in your distant eyes.
I want to seek shelter in the setting sun.
I resist the moonlight for the chance to run.
I've wandered blind on the road to shame.
I've stood up for love, denying pain.
Now I'm older and slightly wise;
I won't fall harshly on your tender disquise.
In the futile fields of days gone by
I've found that trust must too soon die.
In the cynics world I modestly dwell;
it's better than drifting in dreamers hell.
Still, I shed some restless tears
for innocence robbed in earlier years.
Hold my body, thrive safely on heat.
loss wrestle hope, but the soul it defeats.
Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians
Native American prayer