Drop Me A Line

When all turns dry
and the trees shed their leaves
The darkness hangs over me
And in isolation from life I stand
Drop me a line
That I may behold the light.

When the sky filled with grey
Hovers over the shrouded sun
And the birds' songs simply sleep
Letting me wander off in pain
Drop me a line
That hope may in me be revived.

When all around is fear
And the music of life turns strange
Lifting me to heights of despair
And holding me hanging in space
Drop me a line
That I may feel I am held.

Drop me a line
That even in the darkest valleys
I may hold on to hope
And see the sunlight
Even through the keyhole
For you dropped me a line.