Poem.

The sun is shining,
But the future is bleak,
The black is blinding,
And my will is weak,
The birds are singing,
But my fingers grow cold,
The skies are adrkening,
And my worries unfold,
The panic is dawning,
But i refuse to give in,
The tears are rolling,
But the devil won't win,
The storm is passing,
And in its place,
A beautiful awakening,
A determined face,
We have prevailed,
We are victorious,
We have won,
The fight was glorious.