The morning light reminds us of the folly our worry
Yet, again the nights have come we must hurry
The endless ticks have become the flurry
Up against the tocks we scurry
Our minds now our jury
Under covers we bury
Ourselves sorry
Yet still, the sun has risen, and we awaken in the rays of warmth against the leaves of sorrow
Let go and take foot from the nights
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
The morning light reminds us of the folly our worry
Yet, again the nights have come we must hurry
The endless ticks have become the flurry
Up against the tocks we scurry
Our minds now our jury
Under covers we bury
Ourselves sorry
Yet still, the sun has risen, and we awaken in the rays of warmth against the leaves of sorrow
Let go and take foot from the nights
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