Faith Poem by Chris Noir

And what little faith I had,
I had because-I was naive.
I hoped so strongly, at the end,
Many blessings to receive.

Then I saw death, I saw up close,
I saw no soul that left the corpse.
I felt not, nothing at all,
And I stood so close, stood so close.

Then I saw famine, on the news,
I fear poverty and war,
But, is that the reason to let fear rule,
And let lies through my minds door?

Then I felt, a thing like cold,
A cold dead darkness through my spine,
I have no faith, I have no soul,
There's nothing after, I leave, I die.

Then courage sneaked right into me,
And put my poor brain back on course,
There are lots of things to do and be,
Before I myself become a corpse.