You bought the dawn paying such a high price,
Spending the darkness like fake money,
Saving up your hopes like a hoarder;
Looking for someone else to bring your joy
Wading through the denseness to you.
Throw open the windows, the doors;
The light was out there, waiting, all along
For your open eyes.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
You bought the dawn paying such a high price,
Spending the darkness like fake money,
Saving up your hopes like a hoarder;
Looking for someone else to bring your joy
Wading through the denseness to you.
Throw open the windows, the doors;
The light was out there, waiting, all along
For your open eyes.
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