YOU MADE ME REAL AGAIN

Lay your hand in mine, my love is rich,
Emotions flood like a glacier melted in a ditch.
We flipped the switch, sharp needles down my neck tickle,
Make me feel rich.
Today is the day I chose to go under,
The spell that you've bound to my heart — there's many wonders.
You're like a maze I will praise,
The feelings you made me feel again.
You made me real again.
You brought me back from drowning in my self-inflicted terror,
I never thought I'd live to see the day.
I took a hand that kept me warm again,
It's a warning then simplified — strategic godly presence, let me be again.
My feelings that were cold and old, shriveled and beaten,
Never thought these eyes of mine saw anything.
I was seeing options scentless, hopeless, touchless,
Nothing worth watching, all the people that prayed for me most,
They all just stopped believing.
Because when the road gets rocky rough,
And momentum finds a dead end, turning me around gets tough.
All the people that should have been there turn and walked away.
Then I met an angel, who reached his hand out and said,
Come carve with me — carve a path into the future,
A road we both can be on.
I see your worth, feel your pain, most pleasant days were birth.
But this hand that reached and touched my heart,
Offered love and affection rather than a hearse,
Where good days die and hard times live to thrive and wear us down.
Not me. Today is not the day I burn my crown.
The touch of an angel so warm it tingles,
The love ripples forever after,
As you save me from my darkest day and filled it full of laughter.
To whom is this I owe my debt,
For giving me the platter of life and love and confidence,
Who wouldn't let my life shatter.
The moral of the story is not in which angel's name it is,
It's not who hurt me, not who synthesized fake eyes,
And told me everything will be right with not a follow-up in time.
No support, no report there — ever after.
Because you know honesty, my friends,
Is the ripple that stays. And love, when it's real,
Is the hand that never leaves.