I wake to the sound of rain
& the wind blowing in the air...

Sometimes happiness is around the coner
but too far for us to see...

The week is beginining
with in mind a fresh start...

I sit here in darkness
talking slowly to you...

My hand so cold
as it touches the photo frame...

Such a hurtful beat
an angry heart...

A tiny cut
releases such a painful fear...

Baldes falling over me
My head of thoughts run fast...

Cold, lost & alone
In a place called unknown...

My head is grazed
my fears cut inside...

Remember me
When skys turn grey...

Your safe
and you lay in peace...