The Eternal Question: God, No God, Maybe God

There was a phase when I was lost A time when I was void of thought I stood still and started to walk With every step I leaned down Every second, I found myself in a let down With each breath i lost a crown In my path I found a glass I picked it up and saw my past It was an abyss The place I lived I closed my eyes, i wished to die I approached my death with a smiling face More like a hollow laugh with a borrowed face A last sorryy and I started to fall A light emerged from up above A hand was passed to the man never heard A grace was passed to the man on the deservings last His heart redeemed through shadows of the past Sins erased Mistakes embraced And he was given a whole new place To live To shine To make his life right To become the loyal servant of might He is a believer He is now The wanderer's retriever