When the world is dark.

When the world is dark.

I feel sad,

I feel down,

I feel despair.

The black dog just follows me around.

I try to shake him,

Shake him off my back,

But he is persistent.

Where does my help come from?

Who is going to help me?

The grief is so immense

Who is going to hold me while I cry?

Who is going to hold my hand?

Grief, such a lonely activity,

A lonely existence,

Isolation.