# 2

rolling over the small stones
crackling echoes in my ears
searching for my lost soul
been doing this for years
will there be acceptance in the distance?
looking to the skies for the answers
opening up my eyes and ears... i listen
what is ahead and what is there?
unlock the riddles before me
help me to see the signs
break the chain that binds thee
and break loose on me the light

© 2000 thomas bates