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Mourning In The Morning

It's hard saying good morning when you're mourning
When the storming keeps coming and coming
Wanting to do nothing but stay under covers
In fetal positions as if yearning for mothers

When heartache seems to hover over head
After hearing that another loved one is dead
As you start seeing red in every portrait of life
From being fed up with the turmoil and strife

When your putty knife no longer conceals your holes
From where pain has managed to erode your soul
Striving to be whole is a death defying feat
Gotta remain bold and not fold in defeat
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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