The rains that beat down the flower strengthen it in time

Wilt

Looking for myself, I went
Searching for some peace, I found
'Ever else my soul was sent
'Twas mere running of the round
Circles upon circles ran
Riddles piled on riddles there
If man changes what he can
Then all that moves is the where.
Seeking my lost dreams, I left
Hoping upon hope, I drowned
Hands once so deft, now bereft
Floundering can't save me now.
What once was well now sickens
Seeing are become the blind
Despair's dark mist now thickens
Empathy chokes on the rind
Of the fruit of agony
Ripens in this harrowed hell
There upon the killing tree
Look for blood to make me well.
Yearning for myself, I fled
Desp'rate for belief, I lied
Took both truth and false to bed
I laid with them and I cried
In that twisted symmetry
I lost all I had reclaimed
I knew then there was no me
Save in one without a name.
Hide behind the robes of doubt
I creep softly near the throne
Hoping Love will hear me out
Place it's heart upon mine own
Lay bare, follies of my soul
Hear the ancient chorus sung
There to find myself in whole
Come, oh Lord, my Lord, I come.