Pain drains you everyday,
You try to fight.
Those scars of yesterday;
The lonely nights.
You feel lost in darkness
Grief consumes you
And so does madness.
No light to look up to,
You sink in despair
You tell yourself time and again;
"Life is not fair."
"Life is not fair."

Well then, let us make it fair.
Take my hand 
Take the light that I share. 
Call me your friend.

For I know how it feels
When your life is like a jail.
Where you hide with your tears;
And let your dreams get bogged down by your fears.

Yes, life won't be fair.
But, don't give up and take this light that I share.
As much as I can, I will help you till the end.
After all, I am your friend.








© Words of a withering soul