Author: Robert Kyle Newton
The sun rises once again,
Awakening me from the calm of night before,
Where I could hear nothing but the sound of silence,
Where I could feel nothing but the breathing of my soul,
With the majesty of the morning sun,
Comes with it the sorrows of my life,
Where the realities of losing you haunts me,
Where the shadows of the past taunts me,
Cries of mine to you to return,
Falls upon the grounds below,
Like the autumn leaves which drops from the tree up above,
Like the droplets of rain from the clouds beyond reach,
The woe within my heart,
Hides between the shadows of the dark,
Praying for the night,
For it all to go away again.
