What character flaw has grown in me like cancer deep,
The Fathers hidden light allows my suffr'ng all too gladly,
For character has been built for future strength allowed to reap.
My being has no wishing in the future of my soul,
For futures have no rhyme or reason no longer will attend,
For now I'm here with pain so cruel and in control,
The past has gone, the future not found, never seems to bend.
But through the pain I see the end is near,
An end thats neither good or bad but is to be,
A rebirth of living and loving, an end of fear,
New life, the unexpected, the pure joy of love I see.
For the beauty that is the God of life,
Shall ever be held within each little strife.
