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life found
Are you real?
For my life was as if I were hanging from the edge of my empty grave.
My feet hanging limp like a dead animal on show in the butcher’s window,
just inches from what would be my final resting place.
Is this your heavenly hand that I see before me or is it my one last breath of hope?
With a final breath I pray that I don’t descend to my ghostly crypt for eternity.
The angelic hand.
My guiding light hauling me up from the empty grave below.
Arising over the horizon do my eyes not deceive me
for an angel there stands smiling back at me.
Its whispers in the wind call out your beautiful name.
Each glowing star that twinkles in the shadow of night
The voice is yours guiding me to the light and on to eternal bliss.
The angel is you.
You are my reason for being and you will
Always be with me no matter where we go.
