You knew me before I arrived in this world. You designed a reason for my living; You gave me everything I would need, Even the passion by which I am driven. Yet through the years I walked with blinded eye, Growing up in selfish wakelessness. Empty words from my mouth would come, Simply given so others I might impress. After my youth, I trudged through the mire Until I bumped into a depressive thought. Rememb'ring You, I turned around and asked, "Why am I here?