My Darkness

 

I am running in the dark tonight.

The wind is coming from the north.

I will run into it one way or the other.

A huge dark black blanket of clouds do I see .

There are no bright lights up in the sky .

When I do turn toward home ,

I will look for the city lights .

I will do my crying and praying in the darkness .

My crying will not wash away my memories .

I feel tired in the true darkness .

The blanket of clouds have just tore apart

And here comes the true hard rain .

Let me not forget the wicked wind from the north .

I will cry and pray harder and try to get

Out of the way of progress .

There should be some kind of progress

In any kind of weather.

Sometimes it will take awhile to find true progress

after a hard rain .

Even in the strong wind and hard rain of this night,

I can run mighty strong on this wicked dark night .

I can cry if I need to ,

And be a fighter for what I believe in

Any day or night .

 

                           By Brock