The Sun, the Moon, & Me
Waking up to a new day,
the sun is already before me.
It is amazing how he smiles,
It should be a simple warning.
Bitter dreams and hopeless wings,
will never take me off the ground.
When I sleep, you envy me,
for that is when I am most safe and sound.
The nights are short and days are long,
they're dragging me to an end.
I hope for the day when I am strong,
to defeat this world I am in.
Waking up to a new day,
the sun is already before me.
It is amazing how he smiles,
He loves to encourage me.
The sweetness of smiles and laughing bees,
I love the brand new day.
It all depends on what the night brings,
for I am better this way.
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