Where Is The Sun?

How can a world with so much light
Seem so very dark and black to me?
Why is it that the rising sun doesn’t take the night?
I wish someone could bring that sun back to me

And in my dreams I cry for something I don't recognize
What is this craving that aches my soul so?
I hope that maybe someone will help me realize
What I scream for … so that perhaps this darkness will go

But for now I lie in painful wait, the dark and gray
Becoming almost a blanket again, and I might just break
The pressure of never seeing the sunlight, only night and never day
This morning, this morning … just feels like more than I can take.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005