Mourning Glory

My room so cold and lonely teardrops fill my eyes. Rain outside is heavy from dark and stormy skies. I sit alone and ponder on days that used to be, but the only ones I have now are filled with misery. I try to accept what's happened make plans for coming years, but each passing moment only brings more tears. I sit here by my window with the rain still slowly falling, as I close my eyes I realize someone's calling. I wipe the tears from my face and bow my head to pray, I finally turn to the Son, who dries my tears away.