Summer Days and Happy Times

I’m sick of stories of your summer days and happy times
The days I now live are lackluster and grey.
How much I wish a flame would light
Then I could see the depth of this world.

All of you are unaware
Of the turmoil that grows in front of you
How I wish I had such bliss

What I see left for me grows nil
How I wish a flame would light
Then I could see what’s there for me
New hope the flame would give.

Come help to light this torch oh please
All I want is hope reborn
All I want is my own stories
Of summer days and happy times.