standing in an alley shouting to thin air,

never alone but no ones right there.

should i make a wish?

should i say a prayer?

when i open my eyes will anyone care?

can i get a little help? can i get a hand?

should i take a bow?

should i make my last stand?

w/in a moment all things bacame clear.

it's been you God

that's always been near.

though my eyes aren't the best,

i can finally see.

thank you God for always walking w/ me.

set free.

Heidi L. Hicks-Ashton