As I sit on my porch on the first mornings light,
the darkenss still creeping in.
As I watch the first mornings life, I can not help but wonder...
the birds sing their mornings hello and all I hear is your silence
Silence so loud
Slence so quiet
Darkeness surrounds the silence
but yet I must move on
hoping to one day hear the first mornings life
feel the first mornings sun say hello....
Aug 3, 2010
Aug 3, 2010 at 5:52 AM UTC
As I sit on my porch on the first mornings light,
the darkenss still creeping in.
As I watch the first mornings life, I can not help but wonder...
the birds sing their mornings hello and all I hear is your silence
Silence so loud
Slence so quiet
Darkeness surrounds the silence
but yet I must move on
hoping to one day hear the first mornings life
feel the first mornings sun say hello....
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