Walking in the light
Smiling, laughing.
She has depths
Wells without ending.
Dark is darker
Deep is without end
Deep down inside her
Is not a friend

It doggs her footsteps
Disrupts her sleep
And fills her up
Makes her misery's keep.
Deprives her of joy
Brings her to her knees
She cries to Gods in the night,
But they can't hear her pleas/

Colour is duller
Sunshine seems lesser
Sleep catches her tears
And night's her confessor
But still she goes on
She can't give it in
And one day she hopes
It'll be her that wins.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Arios, in the year 113 MA.