In the middle of the night my thoughts snatched me from my dream
They overtook my conscious and things were not as they seemed.
One arose that made me feel very ill at ease
What is my role in life, could someone tell me please?
Suddenly a figure appeared at the bottom of my bed
It smiled and whispered "were you expecting someone else here instead"?
And then it dawned on me who this figure could be
And I thought it was possible that they could help me
So as I stood to face this figure I could see part of my reflection
I desperately wanted to know the answer to my question
It said, "I know you have a lot to ask and we have only just met"
So please sit down, I haven't finished with you yet"
"Do you remember talking to that old woman on the street?
You took her bags and took the weight of her feet
You were the only person she had spoken to that day
And her heart was filled with the kind words you had to say"
"Do you recall the long conversations with your friend?
All the tragic situations that you tried to mend
You picked up the broken glass
Tried to make them happy while the sadness passed"
"Do you have memories of times with loved ones?
Just think of all good things you have done"
"You meet people through life and reach into their sole
That in life, my friend is your role"
"You have many gifts, whether big or small
So when someone calls out, take that call"
"You have many lives to fulfil so take your time
You have already deeply filled mine"
"I put something unique in everyone I create"
Don't call me to soon God, I said, as I might be a little late.
