Finding the Light
Drip, drop, drip, drop goes the rain
These tears I cry are tears of pain
My heart so full of sorrow
I don’t want the sun to come out tomorrow
My eyes so blind, shut so tight
It’s hard to find the light
I hope to see it every day
Even with my eyes wide open there is no way
I try so hard to find the light
Falling into eternal night
My heart broken and in shatters
The pieces left are merely tatters
I’m so hurt, I feel so alone
But somehow I know I’m never on my own
I pray that I will find the light
Even if it seems so out of sight
I pray I’ll grow wings and fly away
Fly away I will, somehow, some day.
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