My Special Friend

I remember the days of old

Younger smiles and longer days

Until everything turned so bitter cold,

When I was shadowed from the Sun's rays.

Each day became a frightening night

with each word of bitter hate.

When darkness smothered all the light

I had to escape before it's too late.

My only hope was a simple thought

The memory of a former life

Remember something I'd been taught

to help me through my pain and strife.

I have a Special Friend

Who's line is always free

He's there for me, through to the end

He said He'll always love me.

That thought alone pulls me through

Knowing that I'm never alone

Always at my side, always true

He'll hold my hand, and lead me home.

written August 1995