Dark clouds roll over my head,
The rain begins to pour,
Sometimes I just wish I were dead.
But what is this appearing infront of me?
It's so blurry, yet flawless and hard for me to see.
My imagination is running wild,
Yet my nerves are rather mild.
Could it be an Angel from above,
Sent down to show me a bit of love.
What could this luminous bright figure be?
It's sure nothing I've prepared my eyes to see.
I was so ready to give up and throw it all away,
I feel this miracle is here to prove I need to stay.
It's appearance began to become much more clear,
So much so, that I understood and shed a tear.
I do have a purpose in what can sometimes be a cruel place,
All it took to figure that out was a single glance at his face.
I now understand I do have a purpose,
As do all of you,
It just sometimes takes a special someting to prove you do.