The storm clouds move in overhead, drowning out the light of day
Blinded in the darkness, soul torn apart by the falling rain
Cold and alone, trembling with fear and shame
Arms stretched to the sky as blood drips from my eyes, I wait for a break in the clouds
Withered from the absence of glory, fruitless from the absence of light
Barren from self-reliance, empty but not without hope
I still remember the glory of the light; I know the power of the sun
Amidst the despair, hope will prevail, as calm follows every storm
Hungry for renewal, longing for the warmth that awaits, I wait for a break in the clouds