As a stood before you, I knew it was a long way to the promised land I believe it existed, as I had seen it in my dreams so many times, like a kaleidoscope that suddenly stops moving; clarity As I looked out to the flock, I knew there were so many hearts like mine and the power of feeling loved was deep The sceptics were amongst us and the critics had yet to show their sharp and piercing teeth The path to the place of solace and peace would be long and trying for even the toughest of man The dust cut my skin like a plague of termites and the thirst of hunger and air was more than one could endure The vision was clear and the purpose was solid; the cracks on my feet cut with each step As the enduring ache ensued, I though of you and closed my eyes; I was pulled forward with the hope of tomorrow As all the days before the many yesterday’s had left a trail …