Everyday seems the same while the sky stays either blue or gray,

I go to work, and get back home

To an empty room that’s grey as stone,

I read a book then head to bed,

Then wake up feeling heavy as led.

I had no one, no friend or foe,

I had no one to call a home

Until I opened a book, with a leather front with teary eyes I take a look,

I read it’s words and felt the love

Of a glorious God who stays above.