with the new day,
sunshine send me forth
from this hollow cave,
my mind to my heart
has become a slave,
and all I can do
is hopefully pray
and trust time will take
these troubles away.
And I will awake each new day
and remember the color in the grey
’tis a bleak tint, this shroud, which
imparts no warmth as it surrounds
the soul at peace, the mind at ease,
yet is only vapor, like a cloud.
I could wisp it away if the frequency
of my thoughts were not vigorously
reverberating the strings of my heart,
so I know not the tune of elemental harmony
that breaks these fetters and sets me free.