I cried my last tear,
Wanting to see my positive choices ,
Become apart of my life..
I am tired of satan on my heels ..
I pray harder still..
My eyes are dim,
No light inside..
Satan, wants my hopes to die...
I will stand up, Like so many times before...
All of my blessings come through you ..
Who create the sea blue..
I will stop climbing...
I will pass my test..
without my body,
my soul will not rest...