the light

anding in the middle of a sea full of adversity,

waves like chaos
wash away all of the things
that come first to me,

Which first is me,
Often times it feels like the world versus me,
As I seek for a dryer path
Only to find myself cursed at Sea,

Searching for a savior
Some say life is a movie ,
So does that make the world a theater?

Full of people that act,
Full of people that pretend,
Full of scenes and chapters we try to replay again,

[ Closing our eyes, lost in the pasts thoughts, hoping for a second to recapture]
"There it is. We grasp it tight"

Only to release again ,
Back into the wind

Trust fall, but no ones their,
Back against the wind

I FALL

drowning in my sin
I see no way out so I throw the towel in

THEN
Someone picked up the towel
Dried up all the rain
turn the sea into a puddle
took away the pain

And said
"Sometimes what seems to be a sea to you ,
To me Is only a puddle,
Only a drip of dew
and in your time of darkness,
you see no path you have lost all fight

Its ok because I am
the way
the truth
And the light

-Michael ward