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| When The Sun Rises |
The sun will rise in the morning so I tell myself every day but I'm so damn tired of living my life this way empty hand to empty hand I stumble down this broken life I now lead working hard from open eyes to rest time often with nothing upon which to feed family of my heart provide shelter for me what I return to them is so small they don't complain or ask for much still I cannot help feeling not so tall I'm very cold from the winter air with no heat in this safe sanctuary I'm very scared I will never return to the life that always made me merry what happened is something easy to describe but such talk will not produce a dream so I work hard from open eyes to rest time hoping when the sun rises I have a better scheme Erik Tyme 11-04-2002 |
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