Many thoughts come late at night—
Voices echo, clouding light.
I don’t know what to do anymore;
Maybe the voices will win this war.

I’m tired, I’m scared, confused inside—
In this life, I feel misaligned.
But as time begins to slow,
A quiet truth begins to grow.

My thoughts, once loud, now start to clear.
The voices fade; they disappear.
And as I slowly open my eyes,
I’m in heaven—with my Lord—
serving Him beyond the skies.