A heavy cloak, the night holds me fast,
Stars like cold diamonds, a glittering past.
Sleep's heavy hand, a burden I bear,
Longing for sunrise, to chase away despair.

Dawn's gentle whispers, a memory's gleam,
The sun's golden touch, a vibrant dream.
But shadows still linger, clinging so tight,
Yearning for warmth, for morning's first light.

Lord, I miss the morning light's embrace,
The hope it ignites, in this weary space.
Grant me the strength, to greet the new day,
And chase the night's darkness, forever away.
Oh Lord, I miss the morning light