Opened Eyes

Slowly I walk weary down the street Staggering forward feeling so weak. Thoughts of death roam my mind, As I leave thoughts of life behind. I give out a call for Kristy, That responds back so bleakly. As I wander around these churning halls, I wonder of God's supposed miracles. I sit here so quiet and lonely Softly my sister comes near to me, Saying this is not my time to be - People would be in misery. I wake to a sound back in my head; Only those who love themselves Can lay in God's flower bed. The voice now echoes clear to me, My sister saying; "now you truly see".