Sullen is the road trudged alone
Heavy are the feet that walk in solitude
Time stands still for a weary soul
whose goal seems distant when no one's there to hold

Like a traveling staff to one who journeys
is a friend or a loved one ready to give solace
Like cool water drank from a stream
are words of comfort uttered by one who's sincere

RA's spears may burn or hurt
even as he gives life and light to the world
But as balm to the wounds are hands that care
even if at times chastisements they serve

Barren the land may be to one who searches not
But there is spirit even in grains of sand
Yes, love and joy are to be had in the warmth of others
But this is wisdom: life is a journey to be taken mostly on our own