my longing for change

In my deepest, darkest hole,
I wept myself to restless sleep.
The sun, a stranger to my heart,
A burden, two tons, crushed me deep.

Oh baby, my longing for change,
I truly, deeply crave to rise.
Climbing out of the pit I made,
No ladder, just will beneath the skies.

That fleeting image in a film,
I might be him, sprawled on the ground,
Blood like rails upon the street,
Lost, yet seeking to be found.

Oh but baby, in my darkest hole,
A glimmer stirred, a spark in me,
My longing for change, my plea for hope,
A stubborn light to set me free.

Oh baby, my yearning to change,
I truly, deeply strive to climb.
Though no ladder appeared for aid,
I reached, defying space and time.

Even as the void loomed wide,
I kept climbing, soul alive.
I glimpsed faint proof of life's desire,
A spark within—still burning fire.

Oh, my lust for life, unquenched and fierce,
To live my fullest, not just survive.
I’m not yet in love, nor truly whole,
But longing keeps my heart alive.

I dream of sunlight’s gentle kiss,
Of beds that cradle warmth and peace.
I want to wake to loving arms,
To be embraced, my fears released.

Oh Lord, that feeling I forgot,
Return it, bring what once I sought.