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.