The hands from above

As I walk through the forest of broken dreams I find myself wondering what could be. I think of the days past and find myself breaking down. As I start to cry I hear a voice from up above what is to be will be. If you take my hand things will be alright. So I take the hand and say a prayer for the ones I lost and the ones I love and he guides me to the other side helping me along the way. I fall to my knees and start to cry not knowing why. Finding comfort in the hand I hold the hand of God from up above. writen by Jamie Grose