You were always there when I needed you, yet
I hardly ever called for your help.
Our souls will always touch. Outside I
was facing my problems with a belt.
Until now I was skeptical of you, but destiny
played part in my whole to seek you.
No words came from my lips, my soul reached
out for your help. You heard and made the dark turn blue.
Underneath our existence stands our future door, which
only with our own faith can we step through.
One tiny pebble of life I was to you,
hope for an answer is all I could do.
Reaching out, I did not have to go to church to show
my love for him. His soul knew I was no fool.
I know now how powerful “belief” is,
grasp it with hope is what I will do.
So know now, I am not afraid of death. No one
can take my soul away from me, I will fight for it.
He gave me a message in a dream, and I knew he
would be by me, step by step.
Meanings I try to write, yet in my soul they
all come out right for him.
Every question asks for what happens after our life
ends, our souls will answer them.
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