"Falling through the Black"
Winter-cold and dreary
I stare out my window, weak and weary
The sun's gone away
So hard to keep these thoughts at bay
Smiles are a distant thought
All the gray makes me so distraught
Loneliness settles in my heart
Suddenly I feel so apart
I'm falling through the black
And these thoughts, they just attack
Falling through that black sky
They call, but I can't seem to reply
When will the sun come out?
Without her, I begin to doubt.
Does no one hear me cry?
No more, I can't continue to deny
January, February, March
Now, flowers beneath that arch
She's back, my old friend
Now I can begin to mend.
The sun, her overwhelming beauty
Is now remembering her duty.
She's so continuously kind.
With her, I'm no longer blind.
No more am I falling through the black.
No, she has helped me come back.