Savior
Solitude is sad.
I live in my own world, no one sees me.
Solitude is gray.
I am alone in the dark fog of my own mind...wandering aimlessly.
Then I found someone who was, different.
He saw me and brought me back to reality.
Angels are a guiding light.
His light saved me from the fog.
He brought me brightness in my darkest hour.
He was my Savior,
My shining sun, burning through the thickest darkest walls of my mind and soul.
He showed me what happiness could be.
I lost my Savior,
My shining sun, gone forever.
I will never see his light or hear his golden voice again.
I am beyond dread, agony.
They say it changes people, not me.
Pain is black, I find myself wandering back into the endless night.
There are no stars, no moon, no light, to guide me home.
My Savior is gone forever.
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