I walk down this
long, hard path
surrounded by a dark
and relentless forest,
and my soul is weary
and my spirit is low.
My feet are bruised,
my arms bear scratchmarks
from beautiful harmful thorns,
my muscles ache
and I dream of lying down.
But you push me on
and you hold me up.
You're the whisper of
a breeze on the back of my neck,
an angel upon my shoulder.
You're the reason
I keep on walking this path.
And I know
one day
you'll guide me home