• When the shadows cast themselves apon me
    I grow lonesome and discouraged
    Light withdrawal not long after tortures me
    And I curl into a shriveled ball-like stance
    Breathing heavily
    Wanting for just a spec of light to show
    So that I may feel an ounce of comfort
    Though in so much pain
    I do not shed a tear
    See, I know morning will eventually come
    Like I know all bad situations will lighten up
    This night will eventually lighten up as well
    Do not let thy darkness discourage you
    Morning will always return