Lost Soul
Lost soul that cries for the light
Like a burnt out fire all that remains is ash
Black as coal, how can it ever be bright?
Days become nights and nights are a nightmare
How can it cleanse itself of all the deeds?
Deeds that brought sleepless nights and nightmares
A lost soul that cries for the light
Storms unbearable
Happiness on lock down
Loneliness starts to creep in like a thief in the night
A dark corner seems to be the only sanctuary
Down on the floor; sit still, head plated on the knees
Tear flow like rainy days
A lost soul that cries for the light
Stuck in a reality over came by yin and yang
So easy for the good to turn bad
Storms unbearable
Happiness on lock down
Now all that is left is the will to survive
Warm days become cold and cold days are unbearable
A lost soul that cries for the light
Where can the light be found?
Mash Rams
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