Through my darkest hour I was able to prevail.
My boat was able to set sail.
Over the rough and tough waves of the ocean.
Whatever has passed me I have been able to survive.
With my sudden strive for life.
Like a child with a favorite toy I never let go. . . . . .
Of what I held dear.
I made it through the snares, tugs, and pulls that
tried to drag me under water.
So that I will not be able to survive this life I
have been given.
When I first set sail I was given a chance to make
it to my destination.
I tried to go off cousrse.
Then I was out there where there was no where
for my boat to land.
And so I spent my darkest hour seeking land.
Searching I finally found my land.
My relief. . . . .
Thank god I was able to prevail.