I walk the sharply spiked roads
Where words and stares pierce
Into a dark and quiet room
In the silence of the night
The words whisper in my ear
They move to cloud my sight
The spikes leave imprints
At the bottom of my feet
And they linger on for a while ---
Until I open a window
Through which light shines
To completely blind my sight....
All darkness and imprints gone
I know I've been deceived
Grace does come to bring the truth
To a soul so gravely in need.