Though it’s dark outside, always dim
She comes to me, on a whim

Calm and loud
But small and proud

A withered old friend
From just around the bend

Discouraged and distraught
Was everything for naught?

But she comes along
And perhaps I was wrong

Not alone, unafraid
Marching in a parade

I have the courage to stand
Strength in hand

A future of possibilities
Many capabilities

Then I look behind
With peace of mind

She’ll wait for me another day
Everything will be ok