I press against the pull of chains
That others fail to see,
The battles raging in my eyes
The hours lost within.
The failings mount
In dark storm clouds
Like horses pulling strong
And thunder speaks in final tones
As I drift away from home.
The warrior stands affirmed for me,
The healer of my wounds.
He is the faith, the promised word,
The healer of my heart.
I see the steps where I shall be
As battles rise in waves.
With hands together and eyes on him
The promise fills the void.
Roger Singer 