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i don’t understand why i live in the darkness. The spark of my life Is but a candle’s flame That flickers dimly In the eventide i live in. Even the simple joys i love Have a touch of my sorrow, For the moments are too soon gone; The flowers all wilt and decay. It seems sometimes that the good things Merely serve to make the bad seem worse. How i long to reach out and touch your sunshine . . . Only to repulse you with my anguish and pain And burn myself in the blaze of your love; Love not for me but of happiness, A true wonder in itself. How do i climb the stairs out of this cellar? Where do i find my Valhalla? Why can’t i run freely and Embrace the light and love That can wash away all the hurt? When will i stand and shine With the light of a million suns? As another poignant moment fades away Do you drift out with the tide, too? mjh |