My Testimony

I fight the turmoil in my chest,

what can I do to get a bit of rest?

What's wrong with my heart,

I don't understand the fights I start?

As a child I was never afraid,

always full of smiles and funny games.

Finally the battle wears me out;

I'm lost without a doubt.

I will wither, I will fade away,

slip into my unconscious mind.

By now my wings were ripped apart,

they would no longer carry me far.

So I fell into a well, trapped be it's

evil surroundings and smell.

Until a gentle softness surrounds my being,

a touch of mercy and grace melt me within.

Fresh energy so strong and meek delivered

by a source unknown to me.