Doubting the Man In the Sky

He looks at the sky No hope in his eye Inside he is broken Bottled feelings unspoken Hands tied together His future forcast doesnt look as if it gets better Pacing frequently from side to side Along the road he lost his pride He looks at the sky As tears fall from each eye Slowing watching the darkness, expel All the light in the room to simulate hell The man stood his ground Refused to go down Everytime he didnt give up A drop of happiness enetered his cup In the darkness of hell Though he was not doing well He heard the 'whoosh' of an Angels wings Listened to his spirit as it sings Nothing from him did darkness consume He could see even better when light entered the room Now as he looks at the beautiful sky His heart fills with joy and he never asks why