Where Do I Begin?

How can I walk 

When my knees are weak 

In a path that is torn 

A path that has been worn 

That bleeds with trouble 

Into a bed of weeds 

Where I sleep 

For I was born  

I was born deaf by birth 

And I was born blind 

upon seeing the light

Of the dark night   

But where do I begin?

If I am far behind 

The trail of the lost 

Where I crave 

Where I lust 

For the answer to my life 

Where I wonder in thought 

And where I have fought 

Demons who demand 

More than I can grant 

But where do I begin 

The path to my question