I've roamed the concrete meadows
been lost in high rises instead of trees,
Smelled the fragrances of autos
instead of flowers tended by bees;
I've heard the birth of new life
and the sigh when death does win,
But, I've yet to see the glory road
where we are all suppose to end;
Footsteps all around me
yet I've never heard a sound,
For I am deaf to what is around me
and blind for what's before;
So I'm looking for salvation
now I don't stop to lend a hand,
And I'm wondering where glory is
The Destiny of Man.