A heart that burns bright
Is not always filled with light.
We fight our inner battles
Each and every night.
The light is there,
Though dim at best,
Then darkness comes to do the rest,
To bring a sadness we must repress.
I feel the darkness seeping in.
My light is falling in disrepair
Whilst my head drowns in despair.
I wake up slowly look around
And see the angels hit the ground.
I try to help them, to see them fly
Only to watch more fall from the sky.
It saddens me that they have come
From the only one
Who can help us from our plight
On this very helpless night.
