When

There are good times and smiles

But the pain doesn’t go away.

There are times when God is near

But the hurt seems here to stay.

There are times light beams through

But I am still weary of the fray.

Good seems to rear its head

But I am about to give way.

When will the light shine bright?

When will I get past the fright?

When will I get past the night?

When will I regain my sight?