I cried out to the wind so wild,
"Save me, save me, from this terror!"
But the wind then answered,
"I shall not, I shall not,
For I am but a breeze.
I can do nothing against this terror."
I cried out to the earth so deep,
"Pull me from this sinking hole!"
The earth then answered,
"I cannot, will not,
For I am but dust,
There is naught that I can do."
I cried out to the sea so wide,
"Take me, take me, from this road!"
The sea but laughed,
"I will not, shall not,
For I am but water,
And I have no wish to help you."
I trod along the road so long,
Despairing as I went.
For there was naught,
Of wind or land or sea,
That would save me from these things,
Those that wrapped me so tightly,
I could not carry on, for they were myself,
And me and I.
But there a light,
A light through the darkening fog!
And so, by grace alone, I found,
The only thing that drew me out from myself,
And gave me life anew.
I knew naught that this thing existed,
Others like myself.
I knew not what to do,
With all these like, and yet so different.
They shared with me the road they took,
Of their cries and their despairs.
And in this all, I found,
Despite all powers of the world,
That friendship is the only thing,
The very only thing!
That makes a heart beat clean.
