With the sun

My hope is taken,

The darkness has won

Am I not mistaken?

With the moon

My dreams are ripped away,

The nightmares will come soon

Nothing will keep them at bay,

With the breeze

My love flies,

With the feeling of ease

Though is it all lies?

With the summer storm

My tears mix with the rain,

The wind howls and is never warm

Deeper and darker grows my pain.