Faith

My Faith, my guardian angel
How are you?
I haven't seen you in a while
Where are you?
Having a crises about you missing
How do you do?
Please let me know your status
I miss you
You've been so far, it's painful
And I have no clue
What you're doing all that time
Just waiting for my cue
I've been sitting here alone guessing
All of what you knew
And whether you need an atlas
To make your way here
My Faith, my guardian angel
I need you near
Your presence alone is enough for me
Your knowledge of my fears
It's like I'm the future
And you're the seer
Easily seeing through me
Like staring from within a mirror
But you're free
I wonder where you had gone
I wonder why you're no longer my truth
My beautiful side, my youth
My day and night, my stars
My gazing at you from a far
The beauty within me, the soul
I wonder whether you're anything at all
Just a figment of my imagination
A linked node
Linking my past to my present
A way to escape
I miss you, my Faith
Words said, giving names
To things that were better unnamed
I never were attached, I claimed
In my past anyways
But all that fades
And crosses side
When you're near me, I'm alright
So where'd you go this winter
Faith please answer me
Not having you is like a splinter
Dug deep in the side of me
Unable to reach it with my arms
But your soothing words can remove it so
Easily
Faith I wonder where you are now
I wonder if you're safe as well
I know I left you for a while
But that wasn't you, just the book
I know my passion fell
But I still do love you
Faith I miss your presence here
Please return to being my truth
You're my Hope for the future
You're my Faith in my beliefs
Faith without you, I'm buried deep
Within my wallowing and my needs
Faith I need you to set me free
Faith please, set me free

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