Lethe of Memory

One day every wrong will be righted;

One day every tear will be dried.

One day will His love be requited;

One day we’ll forget that we died.


Someday I’ll be a man going home;

Someday I will find what I lost.

Someday I shall nevermore roam;

Someday we’ll forget what it cost.


Land of Nod

I am trapped in this labyrinth,

And finding my way out is so much harder

Because they have taken away the walls

and the dead-ends,

And the cul-de-sacs that told more plainly

Exactly how and where

I was lost.