Would the child who I was

Smile at my world

Be proud of who I’ve become

How I’ve come through times when

Broken nights spent

Praying to God just trying to cope

Fighting on

This winding road

The light has gone

I’m all alone

I’m finding hope

In times of low

I’m finding hope

I’m finding hope

In times of low

Take me back to the child that I used to be

No care in the world running round with a football looking at my Dad in the garden

A childhood song into eulogies

Now memories I try to remember

Each year’s becoming increasingly slender

Hints of a child with his life ahead

With nothing but hope and a heart for adventure

Would he be happy?

Would that kid be proud of me?

Would that child envision a life that I’ve lived through

Times that have pelted me

But I’m still here standing

On ground that has crumbled beneath me more times but I keep on hanging

Firmly within me is hope that my younger self would of course have sternly demanded

Would he be proud

A ten year old version of me that I see unbound

Keeping the hope that I’ve needed to cope

But some weeks have been honestly beating me down

I’m bobbing and weaving around

Dodging these horrible feelings that drown

Me under the water forgetting the strength that I honour in moments of weakness and doubt

I’m finding hope

In times of low

I’m finding hope

I’m finding hope

In times of low

Finding hope

I’m finding hope

In times of low

I’m finding hope

I’m finding hope

In times of low

I’m finding hope

I’m finding hope

In times of low

I’m finding hope