My Wandering Soul

Into the river of doubts my poor soul lightly treads--
carefully examining each rock under murky waters
on which my bruised and tired feet slowly set upon...

The farther I go, the more I get lost--
wandering aimlessly in this sea of confusion,
totally disoriented, trying to find my way at all cost...

Now that my mortal soul is weak and weary--
as the sunset of life is waning through the horizon,
the pearly gates of salvation seems dreary...

I solemnly pray to God to grant my final mission:
to bring this chaotic WORLD into ORDER,
so that all nations may have PEACE forever...

Only then, and only then will my soul be set free--
from the shadow of death always lurking, carefree...
WORLD PEACE, that's my wandering soul's RELIGION!