Drifting through this painful mist
Of memories not half-recalled
What screaming silence bursts my ears
As I refuse to clear my eyes
To see the cause of all my tears.
A question simple yet complex
Oh I cannot find words to say
The answer to your due query
Of what it is that aches the most
What haunting questions do I fear
Deep within this heart of mine
I fear the possibility
That I will chose a path that leads
Back to darkness, not far hence
From the cold from whence I came.
But I know my Father's there
Waiting with His arm outstretched;
Angels sent will strengthen me
And guide me to the narrow gate.
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