A question of a millennium

a mark of confusion

a wall of separation.

How can I live like a saint in a field of darkness,

like a sheep amongst a pack of wolves

a war partaking in my presence

not a sword I can raise to harness

the power of will to stop evilness?

How can I preach in a hub of envy?

a cage of thirst and empty

with a soul so hungry

a mind craving serenity

and a void filled with remedy?

How can I farm with no land,

plough with no blade

plant with no seed

and harvest with no produce?

How can I survive without Heart,

live without humanity

believe without faith

and accomplish without a mission?