The Saint

I was alone in my personal Hell,
My days were filled with sadness;
I had no idea how or why I fell
Into the depths of despair,
The mouth of madness.

I felt that I could not be saved
From the enemy within;
That no one could ever help me tame
The beast beneath my skin...

I fell to my knees and prayed for God
To send me a sign
That all would be well inside
This ravaged heart of mine.

A Saint appeared to me one day
In the form of a man,
He had a gleam in his eyes
And he said "I have a plan."

He sheltered me from my inner storm
And taught me how to love,
He took my vulture of a heart
And he made it coo like a dove.

My Saint healed me with his love
And from my Hell I was released,
I thanked my baby with a kiss
And he smiled, brilliance unleashed.

I thanked God aloud
For delivering my Saint to me,
My Saint then took my hand in his
And for the first time I felt free.

We walked away from my private Hell,
Leaving the pain behind;
Knowing that it will be wiped away
Through love, care and time.