The wind blows on my face
I realize love lost its grace...

Darkness shrouds me in glory
believing I'm worthy...

The wind roars and bird flee
rain is coming down and falling on her face...

Graceful and peaceful
gliding along...

A sick feeling in my gut
tears do whelm up...

Depression and hesitation ways on my mind
my soul screams in agony...

Down and out in a round about way
standing strong not trying to stray...

A past of pain
Leads to a constant state...

The dead do not suffer the living
why should the living suffer the dead...

I find beauty in sunshine
a cocker spinal and the birds singing...