There is an emptiness in my chest.
My prayers echo through the once-living void.
I run from life's dilemmas without rest,
but I cannot be lifeless like a 'droid.
My heart is aching but I show no pain.
How can I show the world a happy face
when inside my mind the weather is rain?
The rain feels cold like sleet in any case
and freezes my soul. When will summer come?
I long for warmth and happiness to bloom
but seasons wander like the setting sun.
How cursed am I to fall into this gloom!
I pray that God comes soon to heal my heart
because He shapes the worthless into art
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