On My Way Toward You

There were many moments I pondered over death's looming gaze.
You grabbed at me but you were just grasping at straws and I fell.
Am I a good person?
Am I worthy of your love?
I've made my fair share of mistakes and at birth I feel my fate has been sealed and only you have the answers I'm looking for.
The last time I met death in the eye, death laughed, but you remained calm as you led me back home towards a loving mother and a loving sister.
You were not ready for me then, and you aren't ready for me now.
This world needs me and it won't stop needing me till my fate is marked in red across the dimming sky that turns as black as a crow.
Why are you ready for children and take them in times of torture and torment when we've all been tortured and we've all been marked by the black hand?
Why am I worthy of your loving hand that protects me constantly?
I've seen you before in dreams and I trust you.
Why do I trust you when trust comes so hard to me?
When I die I know where I am heading when others are so lost and scared of such things.
My endeavors have led me in the path of your graces and I'm ready for my last final battle.
Is my last final battle one with myself or with the true enemy.
Death is not the enemy, you taught me that, and I know who is, but how can you defeat shadows and ashes?
How can you defeat someone who is nothing?
How can you defeat yourself?