Walking through, all of my faded memories .
Feeling the chill, of things that been foretold.
Feeling the sorrow, of everyone that I lost.
Seeing people that were better than me past away.
Ones whom were much stronger in the Lord.
For I am by far an imperfect man, I struggle.
With not being completely sinless here on the earth.
For I still struggle with depression, and loneliness.
I really want people to see hope of Christ within me.