Like horses we are shod, over and over,
And walk through time with undying shoes,
As humiliation rears its ugly head,
Again, we are shaved like sheep every day,
Testing times, and choices anew,
Hurdles to cross, and thought to embrace,
With memories to counter, alas we loose face,
In a world of turmoil, and no thought for ourselves,
We look to the goodness, to give and to share,
Ten times over, we hurry without thought,
So battered and bashed, not knowing our fears,
Where is this place, where comfort still grows,
Protecting the new, and reminding the old,
Does an almighty being, play a game of chess,
With our hearts and souls, uneasy with rest,
I smite you for playing, with this gift so precious,
As you gave us life, through all trouble and strife

You have granted me reprieve from my cell.. I am freed in you..WILL