As years go by
The ceaseless pursuit of a Soul
is lost in the wavering light
Forgotten the Rage
Clouded by Age
but sometimes the all consuming Shadow
reveals the memory
of a too distant God
and the scarlet tears (*) of Forgotten Souls
Dead and Lost
a too distant God
a too Distant God

Light illuminating Darkness
is not always a symbol of Hope
Confused and irredeemable
in Futile dreams we pathetically stumble and Grope
for a too distant God
a too Distant God
Oh God

If I Had a Soul.