Always

I ate it hard on a Tuesday morning

Blood in my eyes, splinters in the doorway

My hands were cold and my feet were stone

And the years looked pretty sad alone

I worried that we wouldn’t make it

While I was buying your first blanket

Your beating heart could not find rest

As this old pain beat through my chest

I walked about the streets at night

A body that had lost it's mind

Trying to remember He

He who had created me

Then, I feared what seemed so much

Paying bills; a human touch

I simply could not see

A path that pointed free

Then, at last, you were there

The brownest eyes, and jet-black hair

I reached out for you

You reached for me, too

Your small hand held mine

As I came alive

And then I prayed

And prayed, and prayed

That you would stay

For all my days

And be safe

And be brave

Be whole

Be loved

All

Ways.