Brooke's p.o.v
Gray skies hide the sun, lonely broken hearts bleed crimson tonight
in the streets of London. Ambulance sirens make love to the memory
of a missing dead person. Pain blocks out the sunlight during wintertime.
Rain reign over me, a storm is surely coming soon. Fear plays games with
my mind instead of allowing me to be free. Jesus hangs on a tree, a cross
of love. His pure innocent bloodshed helps me see reality differently. Full of
grace, my savior's arms pull me out of the abyss. I am a warrior, I am a survivor.
God's divine special favor, amazing grace has saved my life countless numerous times.
I'll be fine for as long as God is with me and I hold his hand in mine throughout this
soul-searching journey called life.