I stand unsure of wrong or right,
As joy drifts further out of sight.
What once brought peace now fades away,
In tangled knots that cloud the day.

Though roses bloom with sweet perfume,
Their scent can't lift this shaded gloom.
I wish the sun would light the way,
To songs once lost in yesterday.

No tears, no heartache, nor despair,
Just light to cleanse the heavy air.
And love will warm as hope draws near,
With joy that shines serene and clear.