I feel as if I walk alone,
and my life is dark and gloomy.
There are those times when darkness falls,
and that even He can’t see me.
I remember times without doubt,
when everything seemed to be right.
But those times seem so long ago,
and I fumble through-ought the night.
I try to get back to that time;
when doubts and darkness were still small.
When I knew where I was going,
and knew that I would never fall.
I have struggled and still to this day,
but I will search for what was sown.
For I have faith that when I walk,
I am never truly alone.
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