Overcoming Loss

What can you say
when the sun goes away
it's dark and it's lonely and
time's standing still

I sit and I cry
and I'm wondering why
I've been left all alone
at the base of the hill

I'm losing the race
to a clock with no face
and my cup is half empty
my chances are nil

Send a surrogate sun
bring a clock that can run
and my cup can be filled
from the tears that I spill

When the tears are all gone
the jokers are drawn
and the hand has been played
with inordinate skill

I've recaptured the sun
and my race has been won
the hill has been taken
by heart and by will.

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