Among the many souls I lie,
Intoxicated by their shimmering spirits,
The warmth they bring to me I won't deny,
For the journey, by God, we don't fear it,
For the mist is ahead and the twister is near,
On the journey that we have been given,
And the voices we hear we do not fear,
For we share in this life we are living,
And the voices are our own,
And the rain is tears of happiness,
Coming down to us from the heavens above,
And the harkening cry,
Is a welcoming sign of Him,
Who has granted us glorious Love.
Hi i normally do not read poetry or write it , not sure the little changes i have made make it better or not , it is what i would have done , i do still like it though.