By Wesley Hague

Now Thrice around, and back again

No time to wonder, how and when.

A haste, A rush, A charge, A crash

The wall I build, will not last

STOP

Block on block, back I build

My life without the Chaos filled

To dwell, to live, to thirst, to thrive

Heavenward I want to daily drive.

YET

Daily battle, begins anew

Endless struggles again ensue

For Good, For Bad, for Loss, for Gain

For God in the end that I will aim.