Peter Steward's Web Site
The windows of despair
As seas rush headlong through the years.
The tide will flow once more below
And laughter die like a log.
The world has been sucked down
In a prevailing depth of misery.
Smoke and earth have fallen below
In the inconsequential mire of forgiveness.
The quicksand of life has drawn away
The victims of life.
The mud of depression has been forced down
In the height of the mysterious depths.
The ultimate clause in the fate of man,
Is from whence enlightened he came.
No wonder of stone could tear them away
And fight for many a wrong.