Monday, December 21, 2015

That Sun rise

Is that you I expect to see
Promising to warm and struggling to arrive
That hearty glow I want to feel
Hiding from me or clouded by my fears
Is that your support I need right now
Scars on the face marking your courage
That winning bout I hope it is
Change in your colour waking my fellows
And now that you are here and I am up to it
It is not you I expect to stay back

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