In a world of darkness,
there stands no hope.
I try to think about it,
But, just can't cope.
Living without light,
without love,
without a hand to hold.
It's 90 degrees outside,
but, I'm so cold.
My dreams take my away,
far away.
It feels so good
I wish I could stay,
at least until I found a betters day,
Or if someone would say it's okay?
Words to assure,
I wouldn't feel lost,
Dark and cold,
unable to pay the cost.
