Light out of darkness

The darkest hour of each night.
Occurs just before the coming light. 
This is true within my life. 
Still recovering from my darkest strife. 

I had the wonders of the world all around. 
Slipping through life without a sound. 
Young and still with a lot to learn. 
Things of this world I did yearn. 

Objects I had gathered and allow to collect. 
Filled my time with only neglect. 
Robbing me from every truth in my heart. 
Tearing my own world apart. 

Along with the money flow.  
Allowing my own sins to grow.  
Until the darkest hour. 
Alone in the cold without power. 

From my on worldly sin. 
That was growing within. 
I lost everything that I money has gathered. 
And learned that witch truly mattered. 

To realize I had beaten my own self down. 
As the empty darkness began to surround. 
This was my brightest light. 
After the darkest hour of my night. 

I lost every possession even my home. 
Everything and anything that was my own. 
Fearing the coming hunger. 
I know made the cold nights longer. 

Now looking back upon the past year. 
I had realized my worst fear. 
To pass through this world alone. 
Is the same as never being known. 

Beginning to start an important fight. 
Collecting my oncoming light.  
Things just seem to fall into place. 
Happiness now graced my face. 

The things in this world do bind. 
Allowing you to put important things behind. 
I know have a future I could never dream. 
All from the coming lights gleam.