A white page, an open heart;
with a horrible end I start;
to rebuild what was left;
what the storm had destroyed;
I pick myself up above the underflow;
and question why I was broken so;
I have no answer, and I don't care;
its over, its time for a new prayer;
I wait with patience and hope;
wait for a support to grope;
and I find a new meaning in life;
a new reason to survive;
a reason to help those who fell;
and have the same old story to tell.
The End
