It's becoming dark again, I really could use a hand
Not mine, they hurt and I cry, just let me be
Clocks back and dark comes early over the land
Light gone, that heals and often frees me

Alarm in the morning going off like a gun
My hand hurls it across the morning gloom
Silence again and I retreat back into my cocoon
Well made, it again shrieks in the room

Mornings come each day, I dread them still
Some days I skip sleeping and play manic all night
Doctors prescribe, suggest, cajole, take a pill
Help is found there at times, but I still need the light

Staying up, productive, creative, why land
Come to bed, turn off the lights, I would, just not my mind
Writing, music, my chalkboard wall, all I touch with my hand
Sleep is for others, those mythical morning people kind

Rules, I have no need, I just let my mind run free
Thoughts bouncing, ideas forming, plans made and undone
My creativity flows and I am happy to just be me
Don't look too closely, for cracks do start to form, more than just one

No matter the number of journeys I take in my head
Traveling, plotting, planning and plans so grand
They all eventually lead me back until I end up in bed
Retreating from life and all who need me, it's an ugly land

Eyes shut tight against the morning dawn and ignoring your voice
Don't you ever tire of tending and healing me? No that wouldn't be you
Deep within, I can find some strength and I do make a choice
I push you away at first and refuse your help, it's a dance that we do

Blessed with endless patience and persistence you never waiver
Gentle touches join your soothing words and I'm a little stronger now
Replacing the clock, you smile, my lips slowly forming a curve and return the favor
Deserving or not, I know I have your love and faith, I'll rise again somehow

Making you happy is a gift, I get up again and start another day
Morning pain soon fades, we begin our daily rituals, your voice always near
Afternoons and evenings are fine things indeed, I show you my love then in so many ways
My most fervent wish is that those morning struggles would just disappear

We'd both be much happier and the days would start bright and clear
You laugh, shake your head when I make such statements, you say, I do what I can
You are who I love and although trying, I find purpose each morning my dear
We are a puzzle apart, but together we fit, finding each other, I'm sure was the plan

So along life we continue our journey together, I keep a hold of your hand
I'm blessed in so many ways, no complaining for now about my life
You and my boys, although now grown, need me whole, I'll keep fighting the struggle and I'll land
Back on my feet, gifts so many don't have, my biggest blessing and gift is to be your wife

And by your love and God's good grace, another day I can surely face