Walking through the desert
Be it 40 days or 40 years
I hear gentle whispers from the Spirit
Guiding my emotions to tears
As it turns out
Consequences manifest my deepest fears
It does me no good to scream and shout
The rally cry that I once knew
Sounds to others as only a mere pout
So I shout until my face is blue
The whole time knowing that my days were through.
My only plea then, was for just one friend
One who understands
Who knows my needs
And feels my pain
Who accepts all who I love
A friend that no matter what
Will stroll along by my side, no matter where I go
With the twinkling of an eye and a sound of a horn
My tired and weary soul, was no longer torn.
All that time, in what seemed like 40 years I realized
How much it had become clear now, in just 40 days
And with my soul renewed I feel so brave
What a blessing it is to be here today.