In this sea of sorrow I long for the morrow to
come and take me away, for today I sit in my
respite of yesterday, heart closed tight. I beg
thee, hope, carry me to tomorrow and fix
these wings I broke. Come with beauty and
come with grace. Come to end the silence
that within me aches. Might I borrow the
strength of tomorrow on this bleak September
day and breath this dream of love to life that
it may find my soul.
 
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