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The Morning After

As I awake to the quiet sounds of the morning after

Where will I be

Drawn to the silence of the day beginning

What will I see

And then to my delight the sounds of children's laughter

Into the morning after

 

I knew that guy standing there, not long ago it seems

His smile soft upon me beaming

I knew him well as a son would know

I knew him within my eyes still gleaming

This time of the morning after

 

Those who stand around with smiles of such delight

As the sleep upon me lingers

They look as if I know them in sight

How do they know it's me I wonder

I know them every single one

In the glow of this morning after

 

Quietly this day began, now I realize I'm surrounded

By some who were long into my past

Where am I, even now I wonder

As I look around I see that the smiles have turned to laughter

A dream that cannot last

And where is the memory of yesterday

If this is the morning after

 

Suddenly it comes to me as the light shines warm upon me

Not a dream at all of what I see

As I realize that these

Are the souls that went before me

And I find that yesterday was my life at end

And I find I'm bound to where I am

As this is the morning after

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Jul 5, 2010
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