The Rock That Fails Not

Rock

Sitting lonely in the old valley, Upon the broken fence of time; While at the dead smile of the past, My cold eyes stare. What is left of a memory shattered to pick, If reality could lie? I could have borrowed warmth From a dead coal! I had fastened my hope in man; My friends

Mercy on a Prodigal Child

Prodigal Man

I have wounded the heart of my Beloved, I have gone from him to another woman. Looking for love where there is none And now I'm so miserable with none to comfort. Is it a wonder that I'm unhappy still? The love I looked for, I could not see. Now I hated the