In the black of the night, still he found me,
In a cliff-side beach bungalow.
As I tried to find peace in the darkness,
And solace in sleep's solitude.
Though I fled my own country, he finds me,
Whenever happiness dwells,
Whether in forests or beaches or cities,
He can always discover me there.
He can turn my light into darkness,
My hope into loss and dismay,
All peace to distress and confusion,
And my dreams into terror and fear.
His tactics are always unchanging,
For when I wake he must flee,
So he waits till I peacefully slumber,
And he stirs my mind's cauldron again.
The relentless attacks of the Accuser,
As he whispers of failure and loss,
And he forms a mosaic of agony,
From the memories wrenched from my mind.
He speaks with the voice of my father,
And the words of death sound again,
And the faces of those who accuse me,
All live in the 'house of my friends'.
I still hope in One who is greater,
Who can take all of life's pain away,
And I want to believe there's a Heaven,
'Cause I know that he can't reach me there.
I believe in a world full of kindness,
In a place where all may be free,
And if I ever can find it,
There'll be somebody waiting for me.
29/12/12
