TenaciousMonkey

The hand That pulls us up, When we fall. The voice That leads us back, When we stray. The friend That heals our wounds, When we break. The force That mends the rift When we lose. Never forget You are; I am; Invincible.

My old man is dead and gone, His face you'll see no more. For what he thought was H20, Was H2SO4!

She hears your thoughts, Unknown. She reads you like an open book, Unseen. She wanders the cavern of your brain, Unnoticed. She sees your mind, Unknown. She manoeuvres through the web of your thoughts, Unseen. She travels through the tunnel of your emotions, Unnoticed. She listens.

Moving through the trees, Soft and silent as the wind, Unseen and unappreciated, But to those who know the truth. For those that can see, Are those that accept. And those that accept, Are those that wonder. And those that wonder, Are those that realise. And those that realise, Are those that know. And those that know, Are those that understand. And those that understand, Are those that have faith. And those that have faith, Smile with bliss. Because they have seen him pass, And they know him to be. They feel his touch, And know that he is, indeed, the Seraph.