Reverb

At a loss for words my voice keeps being heard, a common echo.
My thoughts start dancing trying to keep up with your truths.
My battle is strong, stone upon branches that are loose.
Standing strong is not an option but my only savior.
If heaven does not come soon, will it come later?
Holding on to eternity.Looking onward, past the loss of all I had left.
Confessing to all these sins and all these thefts.