A part of the past

Can the rain cleanse my soul,

Can the rays of the moon make me whole,

Why do I sit here all on my own,

With darkness all around me what light can I be shown.

I should fight my way to the light of the sun,

I know I must but the pain is immense in what must be done.

I cannot bring myself to the warmth of the light,

I hide from it in fright.

I search for something inside I just can't find,

A part of me from old I have left somewhere behind.

Life can have no meaning though I know now at last,

Till I find what I have left somewhere in my past.

McD