The letter I wrote to a world that didn’t write back
The light I found that only led me to a crack
The call I made to a phone that was off the hook
The dreams I dreamed that only happen in a book
A stormy life of springtime joys and winter pain
A treacherous life of highs to fall back down again
A hard life that takes great faith to believe
A weary life of small victories you achieve
Broken tears of soul-searching depths of pain
Bitter tears of disappointment, let down again
Shameful tears of empty hope you once believed
Weary tears of painstaking, tenuous gains achieved
Treasure this great, fragile life that is ours
For only in darkness can you see the stars
