It had been a hectic travel…
filled with disbelief and crucifixes.
A cross upon a land…I did not understand.
Had I been hardened by the age of early youth?
Had I been shown that my truth…was not the truth?
Looking out at these dismal days…
Afflictive moments where pinewood boards had been a place to play.
Strong enough, if I had been…
the cross would have been my friend.