Waited for a clocks arrival but it never showed its face
skipping across the waters a trail that I couldn't retrace.
As brilliant the only three stars to shine
my path through the valley made into a crooked line,
came trampling upon its white horse
to view salted lands and sulfur, the rivers burned with remorse.
Feeble, blinded and stone I was made
once as a king but great words soon come to fade.
Born of the two hearts I walked as the wicked
vanity my lips sound with a silver tongue upon the wretched.
Though I have aged,
from whats been dear to me I lost, not tempered but relieved.
On my knees I implore, drink your wine and accept that I have sinned,
forgive me as demons stand I shall stay to wrestle and defend.
Remember Lord for all I place my trust upon you
I remain still cowardice but your path I can only pursue.
My days are numbered and time has spoken on these walls
the waters in which I shed my tears, no longer crawl
I hope when awaken to be stand in awe or suffer in nightfall.
Sing praise to my Lord. . .