🔵 By Steven Leech. Photo by lauragrafie.
Sometimes I am unsure what to say.
Sometimes words seem to simply get in the way.
They are meant to be a vehicle to get to the truth,
But life is a mystery, and I am no sleuth.
At times it seems that life is just hurt after hurt,
And you wonder whether you will have that day in the sunshine before they cover you with dirt.
They say to smile and not to cry
But I don’t think they have ever watched the light die.
Because it is a sad moment, the dying of the light
And it is followed by that long, cold night.
As the blackness surrounds you,
and despair seems to rend your soul in two,
You being to feel that you may never see the light again,
and that death may actually win.
When you find yourself in the tragic depths of despair,
And you know that your life is beyond repair
It can be easy to get lost or turned about.
You may find your way into trouble only to find there is no way out.
Sometimes there is no difference between wrong and right
Sometimes all you want to do is give up and slip
Quietly into the night.
But I will never give up or give in.
You can bury me in a grave of despair, but I will claw my way out, again and again.
You may think I will never recover and that I cannot cope
And that I am drowning in a sea of despair, losing sight of hope.
But even in the face of the dying of the light,
I will scream my defiance, refusing to go quietly into the night.
Because I know and believe that I will see
The light again
I will leave the night behind and watch the day begin.