Until the Morning
until the morning
there’ll be times
the world seems out of control.
days will come that make you feel
you never can be whole.
until the morning
“happy” may be
your greatest challenge faced.
little smiles come painfully
and every effort is waste.
until the morning
yes, you will cry.
the tears will flow (with reason):
maybe you won’t feel any love
or love will change with season.
there will be mourning.
and sometimes, dear,
you won’t know why you do it.
you’ll weep and weep into the night
and won’t see reason to it.
until the morning
you won’t find
the purpose to keep going.
you’ll cower when the light fades out,
when the darkness starts its showing.
but then comes morning.
and, ah! the sun—
it will burst in through your cracks.
your lungs will fill with air again
and you’ll finally relax.
dear, until the morning
there will always
be my hand to hold.
now close your eyes; the hour is passing
and night will soon grow cold.
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