Week to week searching for the light that makes you smile.
Each day coming up short but dying to try again each day.
Then one day you stop, and rain starts to pour.
The soul that holds you hand is no longer holding your head.
The whispers creep down your spine, and the chill are no longer making your warm.
You wonder what this could be that is making you this way.
Hiding the tears with the smile that is covered with your fears.
The dinner that you are feed, is no longer enough to keep your head.
When will your mission be done, or will the heartache last?
Will the smile ever return to the crown?