Hold My Hand

Hold My Hand

Tears fill my eyes, mulled in quiet sorrow,
Such unwanted ills, so many tomorrows. 
The deep well of anguish captures my heart,
Having no kindness for passion’s part.

Tears fall slowly rocking, healing power long gone.
In shallow breath wanting, I sway sorrow's song.
Tears drip from these eyes in hard gotten times.
Now part of the past they are certainly gone.

All glimpses of wonder so far in between,
The deep depths of darkness enveloping. 
Lost wonder is hard to be seen so far in between,
What used to be then is now again.

Renew, renewal, what is it then? 
Is it done in the morning with the rise of the sun?
Can you shed it at night when rest is at hand,
And be born the next morning when day’s light takes the stand?

Can I be reborn at any time? 
Again have great promise without paying a dime?