if time and space are falling apart, and fog and webs mask the heart

and we wander along to no avail, only to find that we lose our trail

then why are we here and whats the use, living just to find an excuse

and yet i sit and write about action, doing nothing yet wanting passion

passion that keeps all life in motion, while being trapped in this great ocean

but how to fight when all is lost, to press on despite the cost.

the answer is to find the heart, clear the webs, push through the dark

but how to find a wounded heart, that runs and hides in lands apart

the warrior with in that disappears, and is replaced with all your fears

it takes a guide that knows the path, who'll track it down and sooth it's wrath

he is God and Jesus Christ, who'll heal the wounds and pay the price.