The Roving Wild

There is a quiet roar in my soul tonight,

I try to keep it controlled,

But today the dam burst.

Like a lion roaring from his cage,

So this force purged itself of its chains,

Even for just an instant,

I felt its Fury,

His indignance at the lurid injustices,

And the forces that perpetuate them,

And I fear the hurricane that rages deep in my soul,

The charge to drop my hands,

And hurl myself headlong into the streets of despair,

Because only the sick need a Doctor,

The medicine I hold deep in my bosom,

Is best served on the cracking streets of heartache.

The Doctor is in,

And I am His hands,

Now free to roam,

A hurricane without warning.

Follow the breadcrumbs from the One I love,

Crack this code,

And unleash the cacophony that is my heart,

A deafening roar,

This roving wild.