Better Times
August 4, 2001

My mind had visions of a day
when all my wants and hopes could play
Once free to wander in the sun
now in a cage for things I've done

Solitude becomes a foe
no longer rare but plentiful
It's cold and dark in my abyss
light and love are things I miss

Seasons come and slowly go
but bring no warmth to my froze soul
My younger days were full of song
replaced by years of endless fog

So my world has now gone cold
memories worth more than gold
When the day's no longer light
I'll lie down and hug the night

Give myself to dreams and rhyme
and place my mind in better times
The door will open someday soon
and better times will find full bloom

That hour's destined to arrive
my soul again will thrive with life
Colors, sounds, and smells so sweet
the world again my life will meet