Who's going to be there, when I take a fall, who's going to be there, making the calls. Will I be alone, like I've always been, will there be someone, stepping on in.
I've had my TBI, for quite some time, had a few falls, line after line. Once in the bathroom, stepped over the tub, landed on tile, rubba dub dub.
I've had my bruises, from many falls, goes with the territory, no time to call. It's not my time, time after time, God is always with me, and I'm always fine.
I don't believe in luck, it doesn't work that way, my journey has proven it, day after day. When my journey, is finally over, it will be planned, like a four leaf clover.
Not by my hand, not by a fall, I even was injured, but the angels called. That was a bad one, years ago, but I floated with angels, until someone called.
Even that time, I wasn't alone, I was in Paradise, my eyes were a glow. I've never been, truly alone, I can't bare to see someone, without a home.
I've been an angel, from time to time, in the right place, right on the dime. I have always followed, my instincts that day, and helped the angels, providing the way.
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