Gray skies hide the sun, lonely broken hearts bleed crimson tonight

in the streets of London. Ambulance sirens make love to the memory

of a missing dead person. Pain blocks out the sunlight during wintertime.

Rain reign over me, a storm is surely coming soon. Fear plays games with

my mind instead of allowing me to be free. Jesus hangs on a tree, a cross

of love. His pure innocent bloodshed helps me see reality differently. Full of

grace, my savior's arms pull me out of the abyss. I am a warrior, I am a survivor.

God's divine special favor, amazing grace has saved my life countless numerous times.

I'll be fine for as long as God is with me and I hold his hand in mine throughout this

soulsearching journey called life.