It's ok.

A light had dimmed, Darkness draws out into the room. Silence cut by pouding thumps. The vasage of dreams shatter before me. Quietly pools are made in the garden, Mud blots and dirties all. A shaking hand fumbles the faucet. A sudden flood washes away verdure. A simple voice so grand, sounded out as a sudden boom. Blood flows to a steadier pump. Eyes close and smile set free. Pain is a trial not easily forgotten, By it's end is defeat or to stand tall. No tomb deep enough to toss it, Always move forward and endure.