I lay alone, in a dark, deep path,
under misty black skies
pouring down its tears upon me.
Tears that were never meant to be
during a period full of sighs,
full of doubt. Sadness turned to wrath.

I saw two doors;
one of hope, another of despair.
Only one held the key, but to which?
I avoided this hitch.
He came in aid when I held up a flare.
I know where I want to be. Yours.

Now I will be the skies' shoulder to cry on.
Whom I gave my tears to, now smiles and cries.
Yet I stand alone, undecided
with no answer provided.
I look into your eyes.
You have the key, my future's holder.