How Dark Is The Night

How dark is the night, how wounded the soul.
When light ceases to expose goodness and pain takes its toll.

How long shall I bear the weight of such a sharp and heavy load.                                               My strength cannot endure many more miles of this black and somber road.

My heart has grown weary and my face no longer hides its tone.
My mind is filled with apprehension and in this deathly silence, I am alone.

How dark is the night, how wounded the soul.
When light ceases to expose goodness and pain takes its toll.

Still I will continue on in spite of death’s furious moan.
With resilience as my master and strength that will guide me home.

Though the path ahead is steep and lined with jagged stone.
I will push forward with a confident stride, ignoring the pain that my years have sewn.

How dark is the night, how wounded the soul.
When light ceases to expose goodness and pain takes its toll.