I am alone. I yearn for the comfort friendship once allowed.
The romance of my time, once plentiful, now eludes me. Yet I stand.
The makers voice once audible in my heart, has been silenced. Tho I pray through tears of despair, I am deaf. Yet I stand.
My nature is faith, tho the fury rages around, I will be steadfast. While battles are won and lost, oh lord I await your call. Yet I stand.
H.R. Davis