Distress (SOS)

Midnight sky,

Lonesome moon.

Shower your love,

Upon my face.

 

Shine your hue inside,

This weary heart.

And troubled mind.

 

Blanket me,

In your twilight glow.

Show me the way,

Guide my compass.

 

For all my stars have burned out,

And all of my wishes have run dry.

Save this dimmed soul,

From these star-shattered eyes.

... . . . ... SOS ... . . . ...
(All hope is gone)