Awake at night, thoughts take flight.
Even a blind dream somehow finds sight. The words I write on paper to my voice is like reincarnation.
From God within me draws inspiration. Though temptation surrounds me, deep in thoughts that drown me,
Though I was lost, somehow God found me.
Trying to stay afloat, my faith is a seed of hope.
Good and evil play tug of war as if my flesh were the rope.
Somehow there’s a balance, even through this challenge.
Noise fills the air around me, yet somehow I remain in silence.
It’s like music to my ears,...