Howling Wilderness - POTD

The path is lost where wild winds press, No compass holds beneath the sky— We walk alone through wilderness. The thorns of time, the weight of stress, The silent trees that do not lie— The path is lost where wild winds press. Regret is thick, and hope grows less, Yet still we look, and still we try— We walk alone through wilderness. The stars are veiled, the nights are guess, And every answer asks us why— The path is lost where wild winds press. But in the dark, we still confess That somewhere deep, a flame won’t die— We walk alone through wilderness. Though life may wound and dreams digress, Our spirit bends but will not die— The path is lost where wild winds press, We walk alone through wilderness.