I look up to sky
and what do I see?
Is it an angel
smiling down on me,
or just a cloud,
with sun shining through,
that could light up my day,
and bring life anew?
So I look up again
and what do I see?
No sign of light,
no sign of life,
no refuge
to proceed to.
The things I
once had,
once held,
once knew,
that were mine for evermore,
have somewhere gone
to be seen no more,
but such things
will never stop
the wishing,
dreaming,
hoping,
praying,
let there be light.
