Living a Lonely Dream Only I Can See
Born to serve alone in a world of millions
I am alone in a crowded world.
My thoughts too different,
my mind off somewhere lost to those around me.
Spiritually isolated surrounded by lost souls who can’t find a way home.
Late night intimate talks with ones needing a gentle listen,
but also ones praying for a firm hand to guide.
This has been my life for endless years of trying to make a difference,
living a dream only I can see but a dream that has never faded.
Those talks to revive hope in the weary of the world,
those who are living a life gone off the rails;
the ones who have ran out of anyone who might understand their pain,
talks leaving me weak and draining my soul,
leaving me spirituality damaged buried under their fear.
My life is to give,
I exist to serve as we all are,
to offer hope to the beaten,
love to those who need the gentle touch of a friend,
and a hand forward willing to lift them up.
Trying to save ones with lost faith and no answers in their lives,
who are afraid of what they created in their life with the debt now due.
The long life of a simple man with just one mission;
a steady journey toward an unforgiving God who smiled at me.
I have never been comfortable in this world.
Never knowing the lines of my play of life,
never the one who fit the role I might have been.
Get up and do the best I can and hope to rest later.
but forever happy being nothing more than all I can be.
I stand alone in a crowd of a million,
hoping I make a difference in my little slice of the world.