I was broken
Feeling like trash that was tossed,
No words could be spoken.
I was beat
I was cold
Left on the streets
Forgotten and old.
I was sick
I was sore
Fear hit me like a brick
As I hit hard on the floor.
Through my tears, I saw a light.
As the storm became more.
A man dressed in white
Lifted me up off of the floor.
From way up high, he heard my cries
My eyes toward him,
An army of angels surrounded the skies
And all my storms became dim.
