Gold Lining
You grab my hand as we walk out the door
Quilts in our arms, heavy thoughts in our hearts
The cool summer breeze, the city asleep
Lying softly on the newly dewed grass
I look up at the stars, shimmering bright
Wishes and fairy tales, shown in moonlight
Gleaming tears melt daintily on warm cheeks
As you whisper, a bitter lullaby
The fog settles, sun beginning to awake
My hope lies along that gold horizon
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