The dark will abate,
Just be not late,
Or you might miss fate.
Please reach for my hand
As you deeper sink in sand.
Let them not pull you down,
Lest you give reason to replace their frown
With the mocking smile of a clown.
Peace you have not found.
Give not ear to their sound,
And you shall find what you seek.
You listened while they were meek,
And while they fed you poisened treat.
Do not despair;
I am here, I care.
You didn't let go before,
So pick yourself up off the floor.
Go knock on the door.
Remember He still loves you,
And I do to