For the unvarying reason for years and years,
I've shed the same old forlorn tears.
The pain I thrived to bury deep within,
Has not even reached half of the depth to begin.
I've prayed and prayed, for patience and faith.
That all these cries will not go to waste.
I smile, I laugh, I dance, and sing,
This sorrowful song with a common ring.
This sadness is not unique to the human heart,
For all have experienced the dull and the dark.
I gave my thoughts and kindness to the suffering ones,
Thinking that it was a cycle of love and not shame.
When the cycle returned to this patient soul,
I was astonished to recieve nothing at all.
But banging knocks of heartaches every night,
And decisions to just keep quiet and not fight.
For I thought that if I stay within my comfort room,
The bad will vanish and justice will bloom.
But it has not yet happened and I live with fright,
That this pain might just simply eat me alive.
But the presence of hope has shun rays upon me,
This certain light of love and loyalty.
I cannot do it alone, I cannot fight with no army.
And so a knight in shining armor has come to set thee free.