Sunday night

The clouds are thick,

the rains are heavy,

my heart is sick,

like being pierced slowly.

I ponder tonight,

if there's some light,

with warmth inside,

and someone beside.

The night has come,

but the moon is shy,

and my heart is numb,

but I do not know why.

To you I confide,

as my mind feels unrest,

no rules I abide,

as I feel depressed.

Sunday night sunday light,

I wish upon tonight,

to clear my sorrow if you might,

so I never need to hide.