The Light shines on my window,
with each waking day.
Yet my nights are scarred by memories,
but who am I to say.
Dust has settled, and my eyes have cleared,
its the fog that worries,
as it rolls in near.
The spray splashes,
as dawn appears.
When my eyes open,
the light removes the fears.
The light shines on my window,
but the night is near.
The dust has settled,
but it’s still not clear.
Who is far, and who is near.
Each waking day, the dawn appears,
Let it wash away those midnight fears.
As the light shines upon my window.
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