Where have I been, these years, these years
Where have I been these nights?
In what kind of hovel have I been hiding
Afraid of what courage, which light?
I’m tired and empty of what the world has
Over the conquests of fools and men
Every heart in this world, it seems
Is gaunt, irrelevant, and has been
Filled up by the sloppiest, patched up with paltry
Seasoned with promises reeling with poetry,
Stricken with senselessness, sickened with hurry
These hearts do not wait upon or at all.
I am weary of restless, nauseous of breathless
Seeking the foundation you bring.
I left for a time- and forgive me, I lied-
To my own starving heart of my means.
But I’ve reconciled here, and I’ve realized now
My future is elsewhere, it waits in the power
Of the Lion of Glory and Might.
My silence is sacred, but my praise is outrageous
And I will scream to the Heavens
That the shadows must now
contend with the Light.