Author of Sorrow

Somewhere down inside of me
Is a shriek of deep despair
I awake unto my day
Without the sun; why do I care?
Immense is the sorrow
That wanders the length
Of my soul my world is a moon
And the space are my tears
That have died

Weighing down upon my chest
Are the chains of memory
They're straining tight
They take my breath
They're crushing all the life in me
Somewhere down inside of me
The wounded least and his cry

I awake unto my day
Without the sun: why do I try?

My light is a source
From a world that is so far away
I beg that tomorrow would
Bring us together again.

We had a world that is over now
It changed so fast I don't know how
I wish to pray: I hope to dream
But nothing is as what it seems
We had a world that somehow changed
You're gone from me I feel insane
I wish to dream - I hope to pray
My candle burns another day.

How can you pen a poem of despair
Caught up in my grief so deep
What can I tell you of misery
The wealth of torment that I keep

How can you write a letter of pain?
How will you know just what I feel?
When you have lost the only thing
That made your life seem so real

How can I tell you of
The Agony that makes your
Head bow so low

There is a window
That is frosted with pictures of you
My dear child
I will see you
So very soon
I'm coming home

Weighing down upon my chest
Are the chains of memory
They're straining tight
They take my breath
They're crushing all the life in me
Somewhere down inside of me
The wounded beast and his cry

My light is a source
From a world that so far away
My light is a source
From a world that so far away
My light is a source
From a world that so far away
I beg that tomorrow would
Bring us together again
Again someday.