Way back when the days where dark and gray.
I see the light of the night.
Seeking the answers to mend this once loving heart.
Falling a part, knowing the end is near.
Holding all the fears, all the dreams.
Wondering if one can find hope.
Folding arms and lost charms.
Digging deep within to come out empty handed.
Seeing ones self glad, and happy are hopeless treasures.
Moving forward to find lifes little pleasures.
Way back when the days where light and white.
By: Jeannie (I wrote this tonight.)