Another sun has set, the next yet to have risen.
My thoughts turn not to time nor sleep,
But how or when I'll find him.
Spring draws closer, love abounds;
Yet l ife left tragic'ly alack of sounds,
Whispered longingly in the dark.
Blank Slate of a heart, alone
left beating itself to pieces.
Sunrise; the warm embracing rays
Chase away the darkness.
And with it, insecurity.
I know there's nothing wrong with me.
I need to be the sunrise for another, you see
To feel like someone needed me
And that's where "He" comes in.
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