When in the life of mid-stream choices
and friends are few between
when songs become an empty promise
stuffed with pillow dreams
and every street becomes an alley
where shadows whisper lies
you stop the voices
remembering words
from someone not so long ago
who claimed hope and love
a second chance
beyond the loss
a shining light within
the God of Abraham
the King of Kings
the beginning and the end.
Roger Singer 