And Daylight Never Came

Something was missing when I awakened,
It seemed awful strange
That at 6:00 in the morning
The sun made no move to ascend.

I could have been dreaming
Or maybe just insane;
The sun would not come up!
I guess today's the rain.

I heard something outside,
It sounded like a man's cry,
Hard, loud and low in the belly.
Something was amiss.  I wonder why?

I moved close to the window,
I wanted to glimpse the sorrowful soul.
Maybe I could help Him out of His misery,
Maybe I could help Him carry His load.

I opened the window, I started to look out.
The cat and curiousity don't mix some say,
But the man was still crying and I could not see
Though I could feel His breath on my face.

I called out to Him hoping He'd answer,
Nothing in response so far.
It was hard to breath for the fear in me,
The man's grief personified the dark.

Where are you? What's wrong with you?
Why is your heart filled with grief?
And then before me, I saw these hands,
I wondered who could this be?

"Sir, who has made you so sad?"
"Who makes you cry so deep within your soul?"
The man pushed His hands toward me and said,
"Look, the World-----here, Behold."

In His hands there was the World,
The streets overflowed with blood.
All mankind and animal alike, slaughtered.
My heart turned to stone where I stood.

"I have to start over," he said,
Holding the World that caused Him so much pain.
In that moment, hands filled with tears, he released the World
And it fell
And daylight never came.