What makes me happy?
Why is it when I seek you,
It seems insufficient?
What do I want?
Almost, or so it seems nothing.
Why are my tears from pain,
Are you not my strength?
How is it that I fall weak,
Is it not, your joy my strength?
Where are you,
In the darkness of this bright place?
Why does it seem like I fail?
But where is the joy that emanates true beauty?
But why is my heart bitter?
But yet I'm in a place been but not found.