The Lonely Lark

I guess I was lonely...

I am the lark you hear
Every morning, every year.
Hope and wonder do I bring,
At least they think so when I sing.
I help others find joy in life,
but they don’t know there’s none in mine.
Because at night when it gets dark,
I’m nothing but a lonely lark.

Author's Note

constructive criticism is appreciated, just don't be rude about it