THE SEEKER Amid wars frightful destructions, Among richly elaborate constructions, On big city streets, full of despair behind small town barns, that need repair. To overcrowded prisons, I go and churches, rich but hollow, There, and many other places do I go, to see only empty faces. Searchin' for three, two or even one Whose heart, shines brighter then the sun filled with love for one and all It's goodness, might falter but never fall. On this here world, over a billion people Souls that remind of an empty steeple So on I go Searchin', knowing of the coming danger For the Golden Heart, that can stay the Avenger. GW 3-24-85