It’s when all the world turns away from you,
And you feel you are shouting through a veil,
And you think to yourself, “Can this be true?
That no matter what I try I’m bound to fail?”
Hot tears well up in your tired, burning eyes
Taking tremendous force to keep them down.
From your dark depths your quailing spirit cries
And nothing could ever reverse your frown.
Can you hear me friend or will you not?
Will you not break free from your lonesome night?
I will not yield with this battle unfought.
Whatever happens I’ll save you from your plight.
Just know that all things must come to an end,
Time will heal your soul and your heart will mend.
Becca Tarnas 