Alone I have felt, trapped with in the walls of my own mind.|
The nightmares pull at me not allowing me to wake.
Have I lost my way or merely the passion that dives me.
My heart became torn, my will unknown.
Lost in my sorrow and tears I pray for a hero, not knowing who will come for me..
The world fades til there is nothing holding me to this earth.
Thinking of a parting word for what is left of the goodness in this life.
For surely there is one bit of hope left in the mist of time.
Enough to build a dream on.
A voice breaking past my despair.
Could it be, had my hero come for me? Had hope once more come alive.
A hand reached out for mine pulling me up from the gloom.
He offered me his love and his life as if he had so little to give not knowing he had just handed me the stars in the heavens.
The most wonderful gift that could ever be given me was right there waiting.
Waiting for me to take it with open arms.
By Flying Color
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