The Dark That Remains.

Deep in the darkness I hide;
Here in this silence await;
Apart from the sadness inside;
The melancholy that is my fate... 

Though I have tried to resist;
Try as I might to break free;
This darkness inside still exists;
It has been, shall always, be me... 

[sorrow, sorrow, deep in my soul...
I'm broken, I'm shattered, I'm made again whole.] 

And though I have tried to resist;
Though I have yearned to break free;
This darkness holds deep in my heart;
Forever and always, it's me...
 
Still deep in the darkness I find;
This solace and comfort inside;
For here in this void I can see;
It has been, shall always, be me...

The Littlest Things.

In barren fields I stand;
The wind blows through my heart.
Upon this desolate land,
I've cherished from the start.

And tiny specks of light;
They flicker through this field.
As they fade into the night,
All that's broken becomes healed.

So as my soul is calmed;
And all that's fragile becomes new.
I revel in the overlooked;
 The little things that grew...