Forth We Go

Missing the mark, so brilliantly repulsive
Their echoes crack like the taskmasters whip in my soul
Then like a welcome thief, what was has been stolen
all I thought I knew and then some, let it go
Then a fresh joy spring forth
like a blast of refreshment in mourning airs
and morning does come bright dawning as mercy flows
highlighting and glistening as morning dew, forth we go...