At the station,

There stood my fears, the fear of not letting go. The fear of what abandontment where all of it comes crashing down, all of it.

Fearing you can not come anymore, the fear that you have let go of me, the fear without no one near me. No one to tell me I have no one but me.

Then you compare me to someone that I may know of when he was, all the years I have known.

Fear did tell me, I was alone.

Faith didnt.

Faith came to me as a sun.

yet only to see its glory and thus telling me the overflowing love of its shine.

That it wont come and go,

that it wont be here for no one to know.

I alone took its love,

saw it through.

Now I look for it not for warmth.

. . not for light.

. nor its might.

I want it to see me through, all of my life so I know

what real hope can show me.