Like morning shine, I creep through windows
And expose my internal rays
Am I to cure this heavy sadness,
Or remain blank in all of my ways?
Shall I heal the broken,
Words brand new with courage,
Or repeat those that have already been spoken?
Is the this job of plenty,
This journey that tramples my ears
Or a timeless piece of evidence,
That my life will see too many years?
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
Like morning shine, I creep through windows
And expose my internal rays
Am I to cure this heavy sadness,
Or remain blank in all of my ways?
Shall I heal the broken,
Words brand new with courage,
Or repeat those that have already been spoken?
Is the this job of plenty,
This journey that tramples my ears
Or a timeless piece of evidence,
That my life will see too many years?
