I cried till my wells were dry
I moaned till I could only sigh
My past bred fresh fears
And augmented that endless stream of tears
I was alone in the wild
But in that perpetual darkness unable to hide
Then despair embraced me
And darker tunnels I could clearly see
Day and night were alike
For that darkness ruled with might
I uttered voiceless pleas
And in vain pleaded my release
Thus continued the days
Lost in a thousand ways,
I was resigned to my fate
And all hope would have been, but late.

But one day that ‘fairest sun’ rose
And warmed me from head to toes
Penetrated me to my deepest recesses
And supplied light in unthinkable excesses
That sun stretched forth its hand
And bade me rise with polite command
That touch and the resultant feelings
Brought fresh strengths for future dealings
I was finally free though it seemed a dream
And gladness filled me to the brim
My tongue loosened so I could speak
I longed to express my joy but my mind was bleak
I gloried in that resurrection – momentous yet subtle
And all around me, I heard whispers: “the feeling is mutual!”

If ever you are to fall
I will be tither to hold you
If  ever at dawn you call
I'll rise to you like the sunbathed dew
Close your eyes then, and imagine this
A life of love and unending bliss!!

He sees a face in that darkened night
It smiles and glances down at him
He's suddenly filled with loads of delight
Is this real or is it just a dream?
He motions to that angelic figure
Which stretches its arm in a friendly gesture
The touch electrifies his whole being
And dissolves the old life he's been living
The demons flee in haste
As the figure holds him to his breast
Is this real or is it just a dream?
But his eyes are open, he sees everything
A new spirit engulfs the man
He now longs for the day and its sun
The nightly moon grins its face
The stars rain down an extra grace
The company of the rain he'll still enjoy
But this time, the tears he'll cry will be of joy!

The sun is brightly shinning
The day is peaceful and calm
But in his heart is an endless groaning
An internal battle – man against man
He cannot smile, he cannot see the light
For those men inside always fight.

Bright stars paint the skies
The moon glows in men’s favor
But this man by night cries
He’s lost everything – even his honor
But in the night he finds some solace
For the darkness hides his face

Other men look forward to new days
But this man is tormented by the sun's rays
His face is burrowed by those endless streams
Which never cease – not even in his dreams
He longs and sighs for the rain
To mask all those tears and pain

But the rain seldom comes, it never comes
yet the tormenting flame always burns
Will his wells run dry, will he ever cease to cry?
'What is lost,' he reflects 'is already lost!'
Why then must he fight with this ghost,
Will he live to forever suffer, or must he die?!