The Wandering Path - Ablaze in Hatred

There were mornings

When there was the sun

Always above me

Where I walked

The highest light

How I felt so alive

Opulence of life

Will I ever close this path

And conclude my walk

My endless wandering

Carelessly

I close the gate

Of my way astray

The final journey

Reaching to an end

And there were times

When there was the moon

Always upon me

Where I lied

The in depth light