How Can I

How Can I 

How can I looking at all that I have done, get out of my own way?

How can I rise above when my pass has been filled with so much pain?

How can I help someone else, when what I loved and lost was so dear?

It's because of the ever so soft voice, that I can hear, so sweet that say.

Yes! Yes! my child I am here.

If not for those loving arms, that was holding me so tight. The pain I felt within my soul would have never gone away!

And the tears I cried, soon dried up.

As HE wiped the very last one away!

Now I can look back, say good by to my pass.

 Oh yes!

I can help someone along the way.

As I hold tight to HIS loving hand.

Smiling all the way!