a man seeks out his destiny,
in hope that he is meant to be,
searching for a sign of god,
a path on which the angels trod,
with signs aplenty all around,
man sees naught but sky and ground,
faith it seems is lost to most,
no sight of father, son, or ghost,
yet faith is more than what we see,
and hope means more than you or me,
for man is lost without belief,
and life will give no quick relief.