The Wayward Path

The Wayward Path

When the Mind goes dark

And the Heart grows cold

Look inside yourself

For what became old.

Where's the Happiness

That you strongly hold?

When came the Darkness

Causing you to mold?

Consider the World

How strong is Its hold?

How deeply have you

Gone into That Fold?

Have you been blinded

Thinking Tin was Gold?

Will you try to Escape

Before your Soul's Sold?

How do you escape

From Satan's black mold?

To find Agency

Anger must be sold.

Leave your Temptations

Forget the Dark Fold.

Go to the Savior

To Him you must Hold.

Grab Testimony

Keep it Bright, not Cold.

Pray to Him Always

It never grows old.

Read from the Scriptures

Made of Brass and Gold.

Go you to The Church

Listen to Truth told.

Enlightenment Found

Shedding Satan's hold.

Choose you the Right Way

To scourgify mold.

Press onward, upward

Don't Stagnate, grow old.

Keep your Spirit young

Like Christ, don't be bold.

He'll embrace you quick

Tender is His hold.

Gently He whispers

To the Heart, now Gold.

"I love you for you." 

You'll always be told.

"Welcome my child

You came to My Fold." 

                                                              -S.N.D

Until you next see these words;

I'll be watching the leaves.

Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi