Dazed Dreams
The high and lows makes one a martyr,
A pilgrim with no home,
Of dazed dreams and basic needs,
But as the sun shines on me,
I feel a certain relief,
The suffering of old is leaving,
And am standing in beautiful light.
I've never seen this before,
So my reaction is stupefied,
I need to learn again,
To walk and talk anew again,
It's all a bright new future then,
So I'll shed the old uniforms.