I am in the bright light,

Reaching out like a sunflower would.

Craning its head to seek the warmth of the sun,

Soaking up the pleasant heat.

Still I seek the darkest,

Where my comfort lies.

The dark covers my weaknesses,

Soothing my wounds.

I feel the quietness of my spirit,

Where it lays undisturbed.

It holds me to my wonderful Lord,

Who created the dark and the light.

Lord,

Watch my words,

For it doesn't matter how I feel

But how I say it..

Help me..