Waiting for the sun to raise,
The night’s weight was already to much to bear,
Pacing in and out of the hallways of despair,
Hoping the day will reveal a new door of comfort,
Acting like scared child not knowing if he will get praise or rejection,
Will the day scorch or bring new life,
Will the day come or just be another word the night,
My love seems to be always far off,
Screaming into dark, but only silence is returned,
The pain is too,
The day please hurry before I become a wreckage of man,
Give me a reason to look to sky again,
Before I do not have reason to stand anymore.
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