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Does the sun hide away,
at the end of the day?
And where does it go from here?
Can we say we know much?
Is it ever enough?
If all we have left is fear?
When the night comes our way,
Is it stars that will play
their haunting tune on my form?
The sweet wonder of day,
Will be taken away,
Replaced by a stranger less warm.
Our days are like leaves,
Simply lost in the breeze,
The night still waiting to come.
And yet when we are grown,
For all that we know,
We wait for the day with no sun.
at the end of the day?
And where does it go from here?
Can we say we know much?
Is it ever enough?
If all we have left is fear?
When the night comes our way,
Is it stars that will play
their haunting tune on my form?
The sweet wonder of day,
Will be taken away,
Replaced by a stranger less warm.
Our days are like leaves,
Simply lost in the breeze,
The night still waiting to come.
And yet when we are grown,
For all that we know,
We wait for the day with no sun.
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Written when I should have known better in my youth!
Just thought I'd share it.
Just thought I'd share it.
Does the sun hide away,
at the end of the day?
And where does it go from here?
Can we say we know much?
Is it ever enough?
If all we have left is fear?
When the night comes our way,
Is it stars that will play
their haunting tune on my form?
The sweet wonder of day,
Will be taken away,
Replaced by a stranger less warm.
Our days are like leaves,
Simply lost in the breeze,
The night still waiting to come.
And yet when we are grown,
For all that we know,
We wait for the day with no sun.
at the end of the day?
And where does it go from here?
Can we say we know much?
Is it ever enough?
If all we have left is fear?
When the night comes our way,
Is it stars that will play
their haunting tune on my form?
The sweet wonder of day,
Will be taken away,
Replaced by a stranger less warm.
Our days are like leaves,
Simply lost in the breeze,
The night still waiting to come.
And yet when we are grown,
For all that we know,
We wait for the day with no sun.
Page: