God?
Do you remember me?
I’m the guy you helped out,
Pulled me through,
When times were a struggle.
Well, I’m grateful.
Perhaps we’ll meet up,
And I will look you in the eye,
And I will know your truth.
And we will smile,
And know our justice.
And times be gone,
But ne’er forgotten,
In the trees that whisper,
In the dusk,
By the lake,
Of all our sorrows. – Sinz
