Specters In The Funeral Mist

Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark
And eases the pain like the song of a meadow lark
Then it flies away on silent wings and I'm alone
Hungering for more of the light it had shone
Shall grief's bitter cold consume me
Like a winter storm?
I'm hungering for more of the light that it had shone
Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf
From this deep sorrow?
A deep depression that never relents

Hungry
Hungry
Hungry