As i walk life's most barren road,
i seek a friend whom i may hold,
in high regard to sift away,
the mournful shards that pierce my heart,
with pain so marred.
i will it gone, i will it gone...
the burden that i bear to yon,
alleviate my past so damned
that i may rest without head in hand,
a peace that lives as long as the sun,
tis a peace i tuly wish to have won.
alas i find my heart is cleaved in twain,
by pain that i can give no name,
perhaps tis grief that is my bane.
I still wander till i claim
a friend whom speaks warmly my name,
and cherishes the same, passioned, flame. -Paul Ferguson