life pokes its weary head up over the horizon
a single moonbeam in the blackest of nights
i'm reminded
i have to dance to be happy
joy won't find me on its own
and so i twirl in time with my tears
mourning till morning
begging you God to make my spirit
rise with the sun
1 Comments:
Shmily
That was a good blog. I will dance with you anytime.
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