You miss the times when your mother sang you lullabies.
You miss the times when you didn't understand many things.
You dream about the times when everything will get better.
Nothing but hopeless fleeting dreams
Cloud your mind.
Nothing but never ending weeps fill the time.
Warm wet tears slide down your cold cheek,
Dark plastic sleds slide down the dusty slopes.
Time runs out and so is your hope.
Darkness will always taint the light.