as i walk into the depths of darkened valleys
vulnerable to the theives in the shadows of the alleys
i'm a losing team facing sure defeat by high scorers
i find myself expecting nothing less of horrors
i shall endure the times of hard, fore-shadowing
of the mountain-tops just beyond the guillotines
i shan't fear pain, or death's power itself, here
for i'm convinced of a better view up there
i press on, keeping my steps on the narrow
my faith encouraged by a hungerless sparrow
the doubtful road marked for its survival in history
as long as i walk on straight, i'll result in sure victory
© 2002 S. S. Hudson, STRTJCKT Publishing
