AT THE PARK

When I am waiting in the dark

I think of the sun in the sky

On a bright day at the park

I listen for the call of a lark

But what I hear is a lie

When I am waiting in the dark

Within, my spirit sends a hark

Like the tantalizing smell of pie

On a bright day at the park

Being here has left a mark

I have cause to cry

When I am waiting in the dark

There is no room for me on this ark

I am filled with a sigh

On a bright day at the park

Like a tree shedding its bark

I am falling from feeling high

When I am waiting in the dark

On a bright day at the park