Sometimes the stars refuse to shine
And sometimes you see
There is no hope in the divine.
Sometimes the night is just a night,
With a pale sunset,
But no resurrecting light.
Sometimes life seems morbidly dark,
The moon robs each dream,
Every inspiring spark.
Sometimes all love does is pine
And though we try hard
We find no mercy in time.
Sometimes sadness bursts anew
And feelings tangle,
And faithless strength holds me to you.
Sometimes my words find no rhymes
So I hold despair and you close
And I go on writing – sometimes.