I see the dark and dismal gray,
I feel the world begin to fray,
I start to wonder why,
And then my thoughts begin to fly,
I feel the air begin to cool,
I start to wonder if I am a fool,
I realize that it all is real,
And start to feel a cold dark chill,
I wonder if it is the end,
I wonder if I’ll see them again,
I think I see them up ahead,
And now I begin to run,
I realize it is only the sun,
I start feel a lone again,
I start to wonder yet again if ever I will see my friends.