My
Journey
The
door is standing open, my things are packed, it's time to
go. I'm feeling really nervous - am I ready?
I don't know
How am I going to manage, on my own?
Please say I'll cope.
Kindly faces, reassure me, warmly smiling, give me hope.
I think of friends I'm leaving, an unknown future's waiting there. On my journey
I start crying, even offer up a prayer.
Another
door is waiting, if I dare to turn the key.
To open up a new life -thanks for doing this for me!
Can I face the future, put behind me all the pain.
I'm feeling lost and helpless, then someone calls my name.
Familiar faces greet me, gentle hands guide me inside.
At last I've found my haven,
And its given back my pride.
Ann,
1999 |