Looking out my window
Into a cold day,
The end of the clouds so,
So far away.
But sleep had fled,
Instead i watched the dawn
While I sat on my bed
Thinking of times that are gone.
Days when the sun would shine
On the pages I wrote,
When the words were still mine
Instead of being sad and broken.

I looked back outside
And laughing with delight
Ran outside to write.
The rain drops fell on the pages,
Like it was dripping sunshine
On the memories I could still make.