Ever thought

[emma]

Ever thought a memory
was too much, too strong to bear?
And although the past is gone
the memory remains there.
The only time forgotten
is within a deep sleep,
but when you are awaken
you remember and
you weep.

Ever thought it’s hopeless?
No hope, can’t cope
the pain?
In the wind you’re standing,
white clouds turn
into rain.
The only light that shines through,
that is visible to see,
is the new day that is dawning,
but never dawns on me.