The slightest light i see in the night when
the sun goes to rest.
The morning star that truimphs over
my daily worries
A mirror of positive reflection
that says to me all is well even when
am terribly troubled
Your the bridge to my hapiness even
where is no river to cross
Your the flight that flies all
the pain away though you have
got no wings
Like two ants can't fail to pull a grasshopper.
The wormth i feel in the middle of winter
The thinnest prison hole set for my rescue
and freedom
The last bullet to set captives free and
restore the dead to life
An Angel of lightful moments
A gallop of Oxygen to my injuries and an
eraser of the past
Last turn for a complete 360 in my life
A needle that brings my broken pieces
together
The path to the road of success
Chosen umbrella to shelter me
I live like a mouse in gold
Can not eat or sell it
Only to construct a home to raise hopes