The Kite

The storm blew in, unforgiving and fierce;
And I was a kite on a string.
It broke my spirit, it changed my heart.
It ruined everything.

It made me cry, it made me lost;
I can not find my way.
The clouds are too thick, the rain is too cold.
I miss the light of day.

It cut me off, I lost the world;
I do not know where to go.
It made me numb, it made me wince;
And then it started to snow.

I'm buried deep in sadness,
I'm covered in the cold.
The darkness has set in,
but the tears are getting old.

I want to fight this storm,
I want the clouds to break.
I want the tears to stop,
and my heart not to ache.

Sleep brings me no comfort,
for the storm rages on.
And when the morning comes,
there is no breaking dawn.

I pray for the sunshine,
I pray for the light.
I pray for the dreams
not to torture me at night.

I want this nightmare to be over,
I just want it all to end.
I want to try and forget,
that I've lost my closest friend.