Problems, mysteries and strife,
The things we cling to in our days,
The fog that surounds our thouts as a haze,
Drowning out the light of a path,
Shrouding my nights to the darkness cast,
Longing for the warmth of the sun,
Desiring things to be undone,
Hungering is my heart inside,
Needing a light to abide,
When will things go right,
When will my heart find it's light,
It's pull is so so strong,
Yet my night holds so so damn long
