Precious Thoughts

I'm sitting in my bed,
I'm thinking about all I've said.
I think about the pain and hurt,
I think about the time I felt like dirt.
I thought of all I love,
I dreamed of the most precious dove.
And no longer does anything matter,
It's like being so cold yet your teeth won't chatter.
I am scared yet I am ready,
My heart and feet move steady.
If I jump there's a chance I will fall,
But with your help victory we could call.
Who cares about those who treat us like dirt,
In the end they'll be the one's hurt.
Close our eyes hold hands,
Together I promise we will find promised lands.
No more hurt no more pain,
When your with me this you'll gain.
So here I sit in my bed,
With these thoughts no longer in my head.
No longer can I be hurt,
No more will I feel like dirt.
Forever to think of those I love,
And you of course my dove.