Darkness
The darkness inside is a haunting reminder
I’m not who I was any longer.
My dreams and goals I tirelessly chase,
But it seems my life is at too fast a pace.
What do I do when night is falling,
When horrid memories are calling?
How do I find something new
When all I have is an empty hue?
Awake my soul, live on, and live ever
In a place where joy does not sever.
Look up, oh eyes, to a second chance
New hope and new life I beg enhance.
The sun is coming, the light is shining,
Finally the hope for which I have been pining.
Today is new, today is grand,
And stepping out of the dark, I take God’s hand.
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