Echos, the only voice I hear is my own.
“Hello”, “Hello”?, “Who can be the one to save me”?
To save, I say, is a triumph that must come…
from the will of “me”.
“Hello”, “Hello”?, “do you see the devil too,
the darkness that shadows… menacingly invades”?
I see it dear ‘Me”, I say, the devil has no power over you
No matter how easily it can persuade.
“Hello”, “Hello”?, “How do you know? Have the faith
that the devil is a losing entity, losing power”?
Dear me, I say, I know it to be so because of you…
You are emitting light and power…we no longer cower.
© bipolarmuse 2012