who is there . . . ?

When the sun goes down
Who is there
When the snow falls and I’m cold
Who is there
When the rain drowns out voices I once wanted to hear
Who is all around
When I want to curl up in a corner
Who is there
When the blue of the sky I don’t notice for the blur of my eyes
Who is there
When nothing makes sense, when all sense leaves
Who is there
When sense makes an appearance but circumstances soon drop it away
Who is there
When I’m so tired I need reality back or maybe I just need to forget it all
Who is there . . .