Everyday I feel as if I’m fading Fading from those whom I love Some days I’d swear I have nothing Some days I struggle to sleep Crying, praying and hoping for better days Some say I’m crazy Some say I’m untrustworthy How am I judged when we all just the same We all make mistakes During those dark days I’d question God Question him to the point where I’d think he weren’t even real I’d questioning him and bring up all my wrongs Not realising he made me who I have become Not realising how blessed I am and have been in life I used to play with life thinking it were Hell Yes I’ve been broken too I think it was kind of hard to tell God made me see the bigger picture And now I believe I believe in He who was raised I believe the in the lamb who paid the ultimate sacrifice The Holy Spirit who guides me out the dark And the Father who speaks to me when no one does -Lydia Sithole