What can wash away shadows grip?

Am I left to die in eternity?

Has everything I’ve done been forgotten?

Will anyone remember me?



Autumn’s breeze cuts thy skin,  

Winter’s kiss chills thy bone,

And spring’s storms erode thy soul.

Non of which can release thine grip.



I hear no voices,

I see no light,

And I can no longer feel your touch.

For now, I wander alone. 



My pen has fallen,

Everything I had has been erased,

And my slate has been whipped clean.

My work is now gone.



No longer can I see your face,

All thoughts have been clouded,

And my will has gone.

Memories of my life now fade.



An empty parking lot is all that remains.

Autumn’s breeze now gone

And winter’s kiss long past.

Spring’s storms have now fallen.



I stand atop the water,

And look down upon the world.

A reflection of what is,

And a sign for the future to come.



I look out now as seasons change.

A warm glow begins to shine,

Heavens rays doth engulf me,

With new visions that appear.



The warmth washes away thine grip,

No longer do I stand alone in eternity,

New work signals new opportunities,

And past becomes future memories.



At last morning’s glow hath come.

At last I am born a new.

A chance at redemption,

And another chance at life.



Where once there was but one car

Now stand a million.

The old reflection has changed,

And my days have just begun.



My sins have been forgiven,

My suffering has now ended.

Lords faith has rewarding,

His gift now thrown upon me.



No longer to I feel pain,

For seasons change to I owe.

I shall forever be grateful

To summer’s renewal.