there is something there,
something just beyond view,
I cannot reach it,
but how I long to
how I long to see it,
how I long to feel,
its strength in my hands,
to know what is real
you tell me its not there,
that it is all my dream,
but I'm sure I feel it coming,
despite what it may seem
still it keeps me alive,
still it gives me breath,
and I shall hold on to it,
until my faithful death
sorry i wrote this in about five minutes and its shows because I didn't want to publish this book with just the one chapter ok