opening my eyes to the gentle dawn,
I awaken to touch the colours
softly erupting from the sun.
The shades of realization
wash across my weary self
as the horizon comes alive
I breathe with the hope
that I may have a future;
A chance to be, once more...
The sunrise is gone.
.
.
wash across my weary self
as the horizon comes alive
I breathe with the hope
that I may have a future;
A chance to be, once more...
The sunrise is gone.
.
.
that I may have a future;
A chance to be, once more...
The sunrise is gone.
.
.