At times I walk the lonely path no matter who’s beside me
while voices I hear in my mind don’t comfort but deride me.
Then even if surrounded by those people and their smiles
I can find no other Spirit for miles and miles and miles.
But these are not a time of woe when sadness fills my heart
for these are times I look within – a very gentle art.
There, deep within my Spirit there lies a land unknown
with seeds that I sowed years ago and now are fully grown.
I walk upon a verdant land where Wilderness prevails.
I sit beside a babbling brook and listen to its tales.
I climb upon the highest peak; a cold breeze cools my Soul
and somehow, I then know I’ve reached my lifelong goal.
Then, there upon my mountain top, I gaze out on the land
and know that there without my Soul is nought but drifting sand.
So when I’m feeling lonely, I know just where I should go
and that’s into that other place that helps my Spirit grow.