When I went to you for comfort, I could not find you.
I tried crying out for you at night, but I couldn’t hear your voice.
Your arms never found me when I needed a hug.
I looked to the heavens, but I guess the sky was feeling like I was, blue.
Now, in the valley of my own despair, I must admit without choice.
And even though I cannot see out of the hole I’ve dug.
I will say now, with a small voice, or large.
I am lost.
