The Sun, The moon, The Wind, The Rain

The sun, the moon, the wind and rain,
All of the things we can't regain.
The power, the strength, the loss and weak,
are the prisons that we tend to keep.
But what does all this mean for me?
Sadly nothing, it just makes me weep.

Alone i feel in this world,
with no more hair left to twirl.
Within this pain i feel the rage,
and one day i wont be the same.
How do i stop this train wreak ahead,
I might as well stop writing with lead.

For those of you that feel the same,
One day the storm will slowly fade.
The sun, the moon, the wind and rain,
Will soon regain your strength and pain.
The prison walls WE keep up high,
are weak with power against our minds.
The loss we feel will fade away,
and WE will smile..soon..somday.