I wander the cities, I travel the states...

Across countless highways and bridges, over many lakes.

Searching for something other than what I know...

I cant see or hear it, but my need for it still grows.

Something greater than wealth, power, and pride...

For such things come and go, like the changing of the tide.

This is more, so pure and with abundance of grace...

Because god granted me the serenity,  to seek his immortal face.

I try so hard to be the person that I am meant to be...

To find the strength to be, holy in even the slightest degree.

It is a daily struggle,  what more can I say...

But that I will search for it, till the end of my day.

I thank the lord for my desire to be made a martyr....

For when its said and done, my name will be in the holy charter.

He never said it would be easy, he only said it would be worth it...

But Jesus walks with me, guides me, because his plan is perfect.

I still sin every day, but we all do on our mortal endeavor...

But I pray I see you afterwards, In the meadows of forever.

—Troy—