Along the street of sorrows
I struggle and fight,
because off in the distance,
against the darkness of night,
I can see the outline
of a burning bright light.
It’s brilliance calls to me
year after year.
After this long I always thought
that I’d be further than here.
But, a little closer I become
with every shed tear.
Loneliness and pain
has pulled me to my knees.
At times, for a little mercy,
I’ve begged of God; please!
And then, a few more steps I will take
when my soul is at ease.
I know that life is about
how well you can cope.
Every once in a while it would be nice
to be thrown a rope.
But, in the end, I will reach my destination-
Or, at least I hope.
Written by
Tammy Fay Siboloski