In darkness called insight
A pain called life
Known it for a long time
Fate is a merciless mate

We get ahead only to be pushed behind
Left to wonder what we did
Or if we are forsaken
As the clouds gather and the rain falls

We stand alone, yet many claim us
None appear,  as we shiver
In wet shoes, with finality
We look at the place

Wondering why
Why the thunder
Why the pain
Why do good people lose everything

Somewhere, there are answers
Somehow, there has to be a way
An ally
I know there’s hope

In the shadows
I crave the moment
That this will all make sense
Somewhere, the sun is shining

Just have to endure
The pricks and thorns
The valley’s of despair
Because no matter how dark the night

I know
The Morning is coming
All will be made clear
By the light of that new day

We will finally see the hope
We longed for
We waited for
We yearned for

And… we will be
Free

An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe