The Tiny Little Ray

The sun has moved, to the other half of its day

But the luck has stuck, as if it's enjoying its stay

The world seems colorless, with a hint of gray

And the heart is holding, just the tiny little ray.

The darkness, is trying hard to survive 

But that tiny ray is forcing light to revive

Struggling to exist, the black has turned to Grey

And the heart is holding, just the tiny little ray

The speeding van, suddenly puts the break

As it reaches, the old rotten closed gate

Lying ahead is a tunnel, with an unlit way

And the heart is holding, just the tiny little ray

The evening has looted, the sun of its heat

Night is knocking, at the evening's feet

But, remember tomorrow, there will be another day

And the heart is holding, just the tiny little ray