The clouds hang low, heavy with rain
Their weight upon the Earth brings much pain
The world seems dark, without a spark
The faith for hope feels so far
For in the gloom, we learn to see,
The subtle shades of misery.
In the shadows of the night,
There moves a figure, hidden from sight,
Whose steps are silent, whose presence unknown,
Whose identity remains a mystery, unshown.
A figure amidst the wind
With eyes that seem to see within
For the mysterious figure remains,
A puzzle unsolved, an enigma unexplained.
But even in this dismal place,
There is a beauty in the space.
So let the rain fall, let the darkness stay,
For it will pass and brighter days will come our way