My testimony

My testimony
I fiht the turmoil in my chest
what can I do to get a bit of rest?
Waht's wrong with my heart
I don't understand the fights I start?
As a child I was never afraid
always full of smiles and funny games

Finally the battle wears me cut
I'm lost without a doubt
I will wither, I will fade away
slip into my unconscious mind
By now my where ripped apart
they would no longer carry me far
So I fell into a well, trapped by it's
evil surroundings and smell
Until a gentlie softness surrounds my being
a touch of mercy and grace melt me within
Fresh energy so strong and meek delivered
by a soure unknown to me