Every time you gave me advice
I followed it to a T
I had become so desperate
That anything helped

And you quickly became my anything
and my everything
I finally found hope
Found meaning again

I had been lost
And tossed
Into the darkest hole God could find
And yet there you were

The most clichéd work of art
A gift from God
My saving grace
And yet there you went

Took your own life
Returned to Our Lord
And left me in the dust
Hopeless

I returned to desperately searching
For ways to cope
And reasons to carry on

Everything they said I did
Every time they said it would help
I hoped they were right

And then I found it
Found my sanity
Between the lines of the paper
And deep within the flowing ink of my pen

I found you
You were still alive and well
As long as I wrote it so

You
Were still my hope