The world around me was wrong,
It wasn't keeping time or song.
Although, I couldn't see,
That the problem started with me.

It is true,
I saw the setting and it was clean.
Healing is a progressive thing,
Because the fling of the dead turns to spring.

My life had no song, nor dance;
When left me broken and in a trance.
I was blinded, but can we ever see?
Within me, will and desire lead me.

The thought came to me,
I can't fix myself.
Pride turned to humility,
And fear turned to sanctity.

My God, is now my God,
And my words have meaning in their truth.
No longer am I a sleuth, searching for my own salvation.
I am new.

Although, my book does not end,
Obstacles still find me,
And I find them;
I cannot pretend.

I am lent a hand by the opposite,
then I am bent toward it's will.
Though I may continue to fall,
The new fire in my heart lingers.

My chances are unlimited,
And my forgiveness is living.
I saw the difference and I believed.
I am new.