5 Minutes of Hope

Some days my mind frequents a dark and scary land,

where the colors are not so bright;

and for air I have to fight,

and I try with all my might,

but the doors are closed so tight.

In this dank, murky cave,

where darkness devours light;

nothing looks right,

help seems far from sight.

It is then

I raise my voice and choose to sing;

once heavy arms now take wing.

In the atmosphere a familiar ring;

I have met the Sovereign King.