Facing Doubt

Staring long at the unknown. It stares right back. Not sure how long I will last now. The trail I've left is broken, rusted through, and I'm having trouble moving on my way. Where is the life? The life you promised… Under water…  it’s hard to breathe. Am I really good enough? Am I? Moving forward in the darkness alone. Am I really good enough? Am I? Hands of angels push me on, then they’re gone Where have you gone? Why hast thou left me here wondering if I’m lost? Faith, it whispers gently, “Don’t Leave Choose Me You’re so close… You’re on your way” Where is the life? The life you promised… Under water…  it’s hard to breathe. Am I really good enough? Am I? Moving forward, pushed by love, it’s all around Am I really good enough? Am I? Hands of angels push us on, We’re not alone.