Crossing a field of thorns without end
Dirt suspended in the air unmoved by wind
Turns the sunset light to sickly green
And carrion-eaters keep a watchful eye on me

Flesh torn by the brutal spurs
So that I’ve left a bloody trail
Marking the path of my journey
And every painful step I’ve made

Every step, every stop,
Every instant I’ve been tempted to lie down and sleep
Or fallen to my knees in despair with head bowed
Or raised my fist against God himself

Because I’ve despaired this journey
Without road, without marker
Or so it seems - perhaps I’ve struggled the whole way
With my eyes closed against the light

If I open my eyes now and look ahead
I see no end to this journey
Nor any trail before me
But a pale light, a distant star, has risen to mark my way

Sometimes unseen in moments of confusion
Sometimes a beacon in the drawn-out twilight
I fight my way toward it
Hoping its brightness will someday wash away the dark