That feeling I hate crept up silently
Eating me out in the devil's glee
Sourness and sadness overwhelmed me
I was trapped in a dungeon of anguish

It was a choice I knew I could make
To drown in despair or rejoice in liberty
I surrendered wholly to Jesus my Savior
I prayed to him for refuge and strength

Instantaneously surged a wave of comfort
Like embraced in the wings of an angel
A helpless whimper tiny as a dew
The roar of the ocean to the ears of the Lord

For faith and trust I meekly pleaded
For strength to fight the devil's snare
All that and more I was bestowed
All yet no more than the love of God

I just painted in my mind an image of a woman leaning across a beam, a silhouette against a rich orange sunset beyond. She's looking out beyond the horizon deep in thoughts, her hair gently licked by the careless breeze. Her satin skin a golden tan, her auburn eyes scanning the horizon deep in thought; her bronze flowy hair gently licked by the careless breeze, fingers interlocked, elbows on the beam. Beyond the horizon lies a panoramic view of a boundless sea dipped in sunset orange, extending beyond an ever-changing shoreline that kisses affectionately the powdery sun-streaked sand. The sea crests are rising and falling uncoordinatedly as they please, the gulls lazily gliding on the wind. I'd imagine she's thinking of a lovely stroll along the beach with the man of her dreams, leaving behind coupled footprints, palm against palm, fingers interlinked, perhaps a little puppy trotting alongside merrily. The sun half sunk hovering over the edge of the horizon, it's crinkled reflection forming almost its full roundness, its rays reaching out, seeking out, warming every bit it touches. No heart nor stone could be cold in such brilliance and abundance of warmth.

Once a vagrant wandering the streets
I often wondered what comes after sleep
Days drone on in triviality
Each waking moment hangs barely on a string
I'd walk in a trance the edge of the cliffs
Wondering what is to life amidst the jives
So close I was to tipping over the edge
To loosen the grip and succumb to the end
Then came a day I closed my eyes
A little something crept inside
Turned the knob that fastened my heart
My soul tingled and shuddered awake
For once the veins felt blood run
Passing moments were once a taunt
A struggle to find somewhere to belong
A golden key turns in a rusted lock
I hand my life over to the Lord
I've crossed the hurdle once a mountain
To the side where the grass is greener
However burdened I will not crumble
Through rain or shine the sky stays blue

A young man groans in agony
Laden with a hill of uncertainties
Troubled, befuddled, mind in a muzzle
Sleepless nights he lay in stupor
Bleary eyes like a glassy lake
A glazed look haunts the furrowed face
Six nights saunter off he sleeps not a wink
Upon a whirring fan his torpid eyes feast
Along the streets float swishes of whispers
"Mind your child oh lady lest it sees this zombie"
Walking through the valleys he sees no hills and trees
Shadows and ghouls tread the paths he seek
Only just did he dance in the dribbles of rays
Yet now daylight only burns like a stake
Shaking off the weight sitting in his head
Sent a rain of icicles that wrap like a cage
Pulling at the bars and screaming like a beast
He finally relents and slides to his feet

Nay, nay, cowardice spells not me
My imagination never runs wild
My sanity's passed countless trials
Fear never knocks twice on my door

Beneath a flickering cracked bulb I stood
Alone in a musty dearth room
Decaying green crates stack in the corners
Coarse grey walls like dungeons' of the old
Behind me leaned an old oak door
Just ahead a tarnished mirror sat tall
In my ears throbbed the thuds of my heart
Against my skin brushed a cellar's chill

No spirits or sorts crossed my mind
The roof surely would not fall
In the crates couldn't sit a corpse
No soldiers nor dragons would cross those walls
No creak could come from that ajar door
From behind me no shapes could possibly form
The thuds could never be distant footsteps
The chill surely resulting only from sunlessness

Nay, nay, cowardice certainly spells not me
My imagination would never run wild
My sanity sure passed countless trials
Fear never knocks twice, it never knocks twice