As the bleedings words of every page,
turn to songs of gifts and praise.
My strength grows stronger
with encouraging word.
The whisper of hope
I have always heard.
I lived it now and survived it all.
Proud and strong. I’ll stand brave and tall.
My dream, I’m living it today.
The words I have wrote, has come out to play.
Enjoy my words, for they have bled.
Survive the wounds, my words have said.
Live the life.
Love the words.
Laugh through the tears.