The sky is black and grey

I haven’t seen the sun in ninety nine and one half days

What is this sick trick that life plays?

Living in a foggy haze

All I do is gaze at the ceiling

Hoping that it will provide some healing

But all it is, is stealing

Days turn to weeks, into months

And I am still reeling

When will these dark clouds start receding?

But they never do

That is not the point, that is not the truth

The truth is: dark clouds come and go

They go as the cold wind blows

But what you need to know: there is always hope

That it is no trope

Because above those clouds is a new hope

A bright burning hope

Where in the middle of the darkness there is a light

And it shines so beautiful and bright

Even if the dark clouds cover it at night

Take solace in knowing that it never goes out

It never lets the darkness win without a fight