Wake me in the mornings,
when love feels still and tight.
I hold your light against my sorrow,
Carrying grief into the promise
of your tomorrow.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 8:43 AM UTC
Wake me in the mornings,
when love feels still and tight.
I hold your light against my sorrow,
Carrying grief into the promise
of your tomorrow.
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