Guilt

Will there ever be a morning when this darkness turns to gray?

Will these winter-summers droll on further into disarray?

 

Will I see you in the morning when the dusk is yesterday?

Will you be there when I wake up or will our love slip away?

 

Will I never see a morning when the moon shines no ray?

Will the gloom ghouls never give up or will hope seize the day?

 

I am here now in the mourning of my soul’s own slow decay,

Still in waiting for a sunrise—’nother day, another day.

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