The Call Of My Heart

The road may be spineous 
Or fringed with rose 
In the way of poetry 
Or may be of prose 
I am a friend to you 
For every moment that goes. 
When all surround you 
And are found to be few 
Feel me by beside 
With a hopeful view 
I am present there 
It is absolutely true. 
During dismissing from the way 
Or feeling harassment 
And on all bad days 
In every sadly moments 
Touch me in the hope 
Which is sent. 
When you are on a horse 
And walking on the naked foots 
Look me holding your hand 
And matching with you, my foot 
In the brightly morning and darkly evenings 
And in the noons and at midnights. 
In the physic world and land of eternity 
And in the winter flowering lands 
In life and beyond life: death 
And in the Sahara desert sand 
It is only God's hand 
To make me your friend.