It is in times like these
when the clouds cloak the stars
and the sun hides behind the earth
and the only light is the faint glimmer of hope
unto which we must cling
if we are to reach the other side
hidden in the mist
is a shadow of the person past
yet is greater in words
and stronger in feeling
walking among the faded paths
a lonely road
still, beauty remains
in worded emotions
and tear marked parchment
even if hope cannot be grasped
and all the world has faded
there still will remain
a lamentation of the person past
