My Mornings Will Never Be The Same,
As I Am Drained By This Drain,
Pulling Me Away From The Sun,
But knowing no retreat nor gain.
As Morning Began,
I Cannot Seem To Shake The Quake,
Of The Walks Around The Lake,
From The Previous Days.
As The Runners Go By,
On The Bridge That You Hate,
We Watch The Dragons Fly,
As They Mingle And Mate.
All Problems Are Solved,
Between The Sunshine And Shade,
Heads And Hearts Are Cleared,
Between The Cool Breezes And The Rays.
My Mornings Will Never Be The Same,
I’m Sure There Forever Changed,
The Rest Of The Days Will Carry The Blame,
On Shoulders Weary And Shamed.
But As I Think Of Night And All Being Right,
My Thoughts Lie With You,
And When I Dream I Can Only See,
Those Dragons Taking Flight.
I Wake To Another Morning.
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