Goodbye to all who seek the truth
They are transcended
risen above the rest
While I can only contemplate whats
true and real and good.
Darkness comes to those in flight
riding through dark willlowy shadows of
the night.
In earnest we tell lies
to cover up the truth
to avoid our demise
to secure our youth
But gray clouds gather yonder
And we are forced to congregate
and in the end We'll ponder
All the years weve wasted in pursuit
Cynthia Dawn Foster