Knomad Films°

The wanderer paced, her mind a-roil,

Her heart a-fire, her soul a-spoil.

She’d lost her way, her path unknown.

And now, she is alone.

She searched the books, she searched her mind,

Her heart she searched, her soul she’d confide.

But still, she could not find her way.

She was lost for evermore.

She cried out in despair.

Her soul is lost; her heart is bare.

And in shadows cast upon her face.

The truth is she can’t find her grace.