I had a dream so pure and sweet,
a dream I never did repeat.
I longed to keep this dream of mine,
But time would rob me of that time.
There was this soul so lost and sad,
I felt the need to lend a hand.
As I grew near to this lost soul,
I realized that I was cold.
I couldn't stop myself from shaking,
but didn't stop from nearly waking.
I took my hand and reached to him,
And found I knew where he had been.
I read his mind so dark and lonely,
I understood what made him weary.
I said, Don't cry my dear young friend,
I'm here to help and put an end
To all your woes and sorrows too;
I only need your hand and you.
He slowly let his arm extend
until I reached and touched him then.
As he stood up, his face showed pain
A pain I couldn't even explain.
He slowly looked upon my face,
And to my shock, I felt embraced.
I stared into his eyes so long
that soon my face was on his own.
I realized I helped MYsoul
to raise from hell and reach my goal....
June 1, 1999
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