Sadness, my old friend,
You visit me again.
Your weight upon my chest,
A heaviness that won't bend.
You cloak me in your sorrow,
A shroud of tears and pain.
You whisper of the past,
And what I can't regain.
But though you bring me low,
And make my heart so heavy,
I know that in your grip,
I'll find a way to levy.
For even in the darkness,
You help me to see the light.
To cherish what I have,
And hold on through the night.
So though you bring me sadness,
And test me to my core,
I'll welcome you once more,
For what else can I do but explore?
