I was mourning in the darkness silently,
When he came and held my arms
As he showed me things I cannot understand
Yet, he was there to teach me.

I was miserable and devastated
Hoping I can stand eight for myself,
Because I already fell about seven times
Yet, he was there to help me.

This guy chose to guide me
And lead me to where I should belong,
When I am losing my way
In the bunch of my insecurities.

This guy became my brighting sun,
As he lighted my head with beautiful things,
And as he pulled me so gently
Far away from the absence of light, the darkness.
© mixaiel