When Solitude Is All I'll Ever Know

When solitude is all I'll ever know, and the moonlight's all the friend in my world, as winds of warmth for me will never blow; a realm of mine to build will go unfurled! Like a fortress, mental walls of thickness protect and insulate my gentle nature; hints of my manic-depressive sickness, like my surrender to a dismal future, sometimes show. But from time to time, the God of angels and heaven inspires a hope and joy that no sly trickery or fraud can bring into being or genuine scope. Whether in madness's hell or elation, I find peace in the God of Creation.