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?