Despite, who I was, and the dreams I had.

I reached a point, I never thought I would.

Struggling concepts, questioning self, a vision presents, a feeling more than fad.

Does a man who dreams, become a man who could?

Evidence presents, much guidance in need.

Never alone, now matter how hard he tries, he cannot walk.

God in spirit, you in hand, my soul in need of feed.

For the people, I know you hear, yet you cannot talk.

All or nothing, both personal, and across God's land.

My soul is reaching out, and for the people, it screams to stand.