Sitting in the dark
With not but a melancholy thinking
A spark in his hand, a smoke in the other
All the while, on loneliness, overdosing.
But deep inside there is a single gleam
A light at the end of the tunnel
A bit of overwhelming joy,
What sends his heart into a tumble.
A thought of time to come
And a smile to have.
A time which he holds dear,
And a time in which he can laugh.
To hold one he loves so close,
One who sends joy from head to feet
In a moment can put him to sleep
Or make his heart jump with a kiss so sweet.