Through times of need
I beg and plead
that all might turn out well.
In my mind, I seem to find
no exit from my cell.
Something inside
I dare not hide
shows where to place my feet.
The steps I take
each step I make
my savior speaks to me.
In the distance
with persistence
my goal is in my sight.
With him it seems
all of my dreams
begin to take their flight.
With him in mind
and in due time
I slowly seem to change.
Don't know my part
but in my heart
I will never be the same.
