The Wayward Pilgrim
Wayward pilgrims scattered and lost
Frightened beings, low on rations, slowed by frost
Searching for the holy land they wandered astray
Despite prayers for help, they can't but doubt that they'll see another day
They left with so much zeal and hope, so much faith
They felt passion and mirth, they were convinced the lord would keep them safe
They no longer know where they are and the path to travel
Their spirits are tested, their sanity slowly begins to unravel
Some are lost to the thought that God is everything, nothing else exists
Others give in to base survival instincts as it becomes harder to resist
Crisis of the faithful, the beautiful and the damned
It's the answer to challenge that truly reveals every woman and man
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