The dusty path
That my weary feet walk upon
As I journey towards the setting sun
Darkness engulfs me in its cool arms
The breeze caressing my tired face
The road ahead seemingly endless
As I continue ahead, on my flight to nowhere
The incessant bleating of a lamb in the distance
Dragged away to its early death
The sound echoes in my head again and again
Like drums beating in a forest green
I want to help but I know that I can’t
Some things are best when you let them be