He Guides...

Trapped in the gloom of the bygone age
Locked in the bars by the impudent eyes
Been tearing for years for these anguished wounds
Been breathing for life with this melancholic air.

But out of the Hades' I found His light
In His path i walk upon His sight
He ended up the miseries of my disdained soul
And made exist of the cul-de-sac of my reveries.

Now i live with ecstasy in my heart
With my pals I write splendid memoirs
No more day is prosaic or mundane
How lovely yes it is, this life renaissance.