as i look to the heavens, clouds gather and engulf the night sky.
where is my shelter from the storm? sheltering another?
who will hold my hand in the darkness? will my hand remain empty?
as the moon slips behind the curtain of night, what comfort awaits?
will the noise within these four walls remain simply the beating of my lonely heart and nothing more?
can a house ever be a home again without love?
will the lightning illuminate the emptiness of my soul?
will the thunder shake the depths of my spirit?
will the rain clouds ever disappear over the horizon?
will this lonely night forever remain?
who will come and tell me the storm is over...