Black

sometimes i get lost
i turn and turn
and each direction looks the same
unknown i pay the cost
i burn and burn
and still don't feel the pain

somehow i am numb
i cry and cry
and yet emotionless remain
i wander deaf and dumb
i try and try
still i don't don't know what i've gained

sometimes i feel i've grown
i search myself
and then i seem unchanged
of all the things i've known
i know myself
still i find me new and strange

sometimes i find my way
i cheer and cheer
and i think the beast is slain
then as i breeze through day
night draws near
and i'm lost in black again

-heather miles