Walk Shall I

I walk in a path of stones, my feet are bloodied from the path. My clothes are dirty and torn, my throat is very dry, from the day's sun. I stop and take my knapsack, and place it on the ground. I lay my head upon it, and look to the sky, I say a prayer, It's Our Father, my eyes start to fade into sleepiness, I awaken at the Lord's table, Home At Last, Home At Last.. My journey on earth, a forgotten past.