Sadness comes in like a storm,
Creeping in and taking form,
A weight that drags us to our knees,
A burden that's hard to ease.
We try to shake it from our souls,
But it lingers, takes its toll,
A cloud that hangs above our heads,
A fog that swirls around our beds.
It's an ache that we can't erase,
A pain that we can't replace,
A tear that falls from every eye,
A hurt that we can't deny.
