Slowly, the "what-should-be" in the present is erased The future is fading in the alleys of the soul Past haunts with all its power Though the flesh is weak The Spirit is mighty And it holds to the promise of tomorrow It waits patiently for the wisdom the truth brings Until all that's left is sorrow Sorrow that will bring you to your knees Knees bruised and calloused from the journey In search of the everlasting true.