I've lived the dark nights of the soul,

When darkness creeps as black as coal,

The fear wraps thick around my skin,

I crawl and scream for dawn's bright grin.



The day brings peace and I soon forget,

How in the night lives my regret,

Yet the bell, I know, will ring again,

The night will show my fears—my sins.



Relief I seek yet never find,

The years, the fears, control my mind.

And if a God there truly be

Will he ever set me free?



The dark it comes like thick black smoke,

Across the floor—my demons float,

And in my bed I sit and stare,

It grips my mind and claims its lair.



So until when the sun will rise,

The fear and pain will scar my eyes,

And if a prayer I do not sing,

Will Gods redemptive bells still ring?