Like promises the sky looks broken,
you see the blue that was and is no more.
Out of the blue you tumble, woken,
you lost something and you feel sore.
You look for helplines in your desolation,
your feet get cold on frozen ground,
you long for sunrays as a consolation,
warm waves embracing you without a sound.
Until you’re filled again with silent hope
that one day you will learn to trust anew
and know whatever happens you can cope
because there always are some warming rays for you.