The weather turns cold
And my soul drops deeper
I know the cold comes and goes,
And pray so will the darkness of my soul.
The Sun shines down at times
Bringing light into in the darkness
I move toward the light
Only to have it move further away.
I am too tired to reach out for the light,
Maybe tomorrow?
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