Many times I stood on the egde.
“I want to die,” I would pledge.
Many times You saved me.
You saw in me what I didn’t see.
I wanted to burn in the fire and leave nothing but ashes.
Because I was tired of all the fights and clashes.
But You pulled me out of the burning stake.
You said I’d see it is for my own sake.
Many times I wanted to hang from the ceiling.
Because I’d had enough of so much feeling.
But You said I must hang on a little longer.
That I have what it takes – That I’m a survivor.
I’ve been tempted to take a pill and never wake.
Because I was confused about what’s real and what’s fake.
But You said there is nothing at all unreal about my own dreams.
Everything is as true as my heart perceives.
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