The song of the morning lark
And I awake.
For a moment you are still here
But as I open my eyes
And the song of the lark no longer cheers me
For you are gone.
I long for sleep to consume me
But it never comes
The birds still sing and I want to cry.
But that I mustn’t do
For once I start I can never stop
And the sadness will be too great.
The morning sun rises
And I must banish you from my mind.
So once again I can face the day.
Amanda J. Evans is a Freelance Writer, Ghostwriter and published Author specialising in self help topics. She is always looking to collaborate with others to bring life changing information to the world.
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