A change of climate shocked my soul and heart
Foul moods unstable blew me off the chart
I had no map, how should I plot my course.?
I called for help until my voice was hoarse.
Cold winds blew rain clouds over us each day
The weather fluctuated gold to grey
And in my heart I feel the same odd change
.My soul is not my own to rearrange
I cannot see a pattern, feel a rhythm
Between me and the world there is a chasm
My feelings are in chaos,like wild beasts
I fear the devils hoping for a feast.
What can we do when w have lost the way?
Where is the light, where is the will to pray?
How my heart sings 