These problems have begun to have their way
Like acid tearing away at my soul,
these problems have begun to take a toll.
Shadows hover above my head,
evil words I know they have said.
Whispering darkness into my ears
infecting my mind, invoking my fears.
Shadows close in, I begin to drown,
pulling my soul below to the ground.
Peace and suffering are one and the same
as from above I hear my name.
Who calls for me? Who followed me here?
Who cares for me? Why are they near?
Did I do something to deserve this friend
who has followed me to the very end?
Slowly I feel myself begin to saor,
on earth i find an open door.
I enter a room inside someone's heart
expecting them to ask me to depart.
But that request never somes,
and though I expect him to run
he doesn't seem to mind me here,
and I feel better with him near.
So I take a chance and stay in there
and I discover I've gained his care.
He helped me up when I was low,
but a reason why I never may know.