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For the Morning Sun
I wait for the morning of a dead sun
For this darkness, to long it has become
I wait for the repeated answer
To be told
The fact and truth to behold
I wait for, as I lay here and cry
I wait here for the Earth to lay down and die
For the morning of a dead sun will not come
For the mourning of a dead sun will not come.
I wait for the forgotten
As they packed their backs and left
They gave nothing but a were thefts
Because the sun is dead
No morning to dread
No wake up call to break my dream
No light to be redeemed
As I lie here, wondering the time
I think to myself, with a sigh
Why was I chosen to stay, why was my day not today
For this darkness, to long it has become
I wait for the repeated answer
To be told
The fact and truth to behold
I wait for, as I lay here and cry
I wait here for the Earth to lay down and die
For the morning of a dead sun will not come
For the mourning of a dead sun will not come.
I wait for the forgotten
As they packed their backs and left
They gave nothing but a were thefts
Because the sun is dead
No morning to dread
No wake up call to break my dream
No light to be redeemed
As I lie here, wondering the time
I think to myself, with a sigh
Why was I chosen to stay, why was my day not today
Published 6th Mar 2012
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12th Mar 2012 6:12am
we say that we Believe
but with Earthly death at times we grieve
but really we should be ready to leave
because with Him we are no longer deceived
because there would only be Love in the Heavenly Air We Would Breathe....
but with Earthly death at times we grieve
but really we should be ready to leave
because with Him we are no longer deceived
because there would only be Love in the Heavenly Air We Would Breathe....
