Song birds sing in the morning dawn
no longer waking with a tired yawn
a calm surrender of things of the past
a path forwards I can pave, at last
Who be this new man -
moving onwards rather than stand?
There's a future in his eyes I can see
for, no longer in tears, he sleeps
Grasping a star and holding it close
rather than hold onto anger, he let it go
an absence of darkness, what is this?
What, no, could it be? Happiness?
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
Song birds sing in the morning dawn
no longer waking with a tired yawn
a calm surrender of things of the past
a path forwards I can pave, at last
Who be this new man -
moving onwards rather than stand?
There's a future in his eyes I can see
for, no longer in tears, he sleeps
Grasping a star and holding it close
rather than hold onto anger, he let it go
an absence of darkness, what is this?
What, no, could it be? Happiness?
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