Even the constellations seem to compromise,
when you lose your spark,
recreating pictures of art,
to reignite your heart.
You were a wanderer,
but you still left your mark
Your life is a message;
that anyone can conquer the dark
Everything kept changing around you
no familiar faces left around
I can hear your voice through the crowd,
A lost voice crying to be found.
Then you looked at me,
like I was the light at the end of the tunnel
You ran towards me, I leaped into your arms
and you gave me a great big cuddle.
As I was held tightly in your arms,
the stars once more fell into place,
The fact that we have each other
is proof of God's amazing grace.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
Even the constellations seem to compromise,
when you lose your spark,
recreating pictures of art,
to reignite your heart.
You were a wanderer,
but you still left your mark
Your life is a message;
that anyone can conquer the dark
Everything kept changing around you
no familiar faces left around
I can hear your voice through the crowd,
A lost voice crying to be found.
Then you looked at me,
like I was the light at the end of the tunnel
You ran towards me, I leaped into your arms
and you gave me a great big cuddle.
As I was held tightly in your arms,
the stars once more fell into place,
The fact that we have each other
is proof of God's amazing grace.
This one is a little cheesier than most of my work, but I feel needed.
