I can hear the rain as it patters and pours,
To my battered soul it sings and calls.
With the promise to wash away,
To cleanse in the hope of a new day.
I hear the wind and it howles and roars,
To my demons it shouts and lures.
With the temptation to allow them out to play,
To give them the freedom they so crave.
I see the lightning as it flashes and crashes,
To the furthest reaches my broke pieces it scatters.
With but hints of bright beacons,
Quick flashes to find them.
My world is not the same as the one that you live in,
I think at this point, that's a given.
For I am a creature not born but made,
To stay in this world, its the price that I paid.
But there is a vail between my world and yours,
A shroud of darkness that I don't push away.
After what I've lived,
It has the right to stay.
My darkness has taught me so many precious things,
Far more than the light or joy that sings.
Your world is light with mottled shadows few and far between.
My world is dark with pinpoints of light that glitter and gleam.
Your darkness you avoid while I live in mine.
It's why I can truly appreciate the light when it shines.
I never take a single glimpse for granted,
Because it's more than what I had when I first started.
