Let me think a while br on if I should defile br those who went before br from yonders' shore br to yesterdays' gates br with my current state. br br I am a man lost, br A boat - ocean tossed, br with a broken bow. br I am ready to bow. br To keep my every word. br Best they stay unheard br br than to taint the serenity br found in every tree: br The dead's resting place. br Are my words torture or grace br upon the feeble paper br that holds the faded vapor br br Of forefathers, and moms br who stay through storms br within the woods fiber: br The canvas of the writer.