By Dark Angel
Date: 6 March 2001
We will be
In all that I ever wished
ever prayed for
believed in
lay the child like hope
that somewhere
you were.
I have lived
in the belly of the beast
and ridden the horns of the ram
shouted with saints
and wallowed with the sinners
been raised above my expectations
and broken to my soul
and never given up my faith
that somewhere
you were.
I have borne greif
poverty
personal loss and shame
betrayal
devestation and humiliation
and hung on to my sanity
becaue I believed
that somewhere
you were.
Can you understand now
why
even in the midst of turmoil
beset by circumstance
and yes, even family
I refuse to let go
and cannot retreat
because I believe beyond words
and the judgements of others
somewhere outside
above this verbose madhouse
and away from the ravings
We are.
We will be.
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