I was lost in the quivering cold.
No one would find me, was what I was told.
I was sad, lonely and depressed.
When I tried to smile, a frown was my best.
When I walked alone I cried.
When I was alone, about myself I lied.
I was going to fall that day.
And make all my problems go away.
As I was walking, taking my last steps,
I fell down and saw you.
You helped me off my feet and then I finally realized who you were.
An old friend who came to save me from my life's end.
You took my hand, and picked me back up off my feet.
I smiled weakly and went to continue walking, but you held on to my wrist.
You saw the pain and hurt in my eyes, all the crying and hurtful lies.
You knew I was sick and tired or what was happening. But you didn't let go.
I said, "I have to depart."
You said, "No."
Fresh tears streamed across my face.
I felt rigged and ragged and lost with no trace.
I felt like I was lost no more.
My cuts and burns were no longer sore.
I knew then, I could love once more...
