waking up in the morning
standing in the mourning
no more eyes no more light
when will dark turn to bright
standing in the rain
facing up the pain
see what others couldnt see
through the gift which is free
life is not like a cake
it is full with mistake
people will see if it in stake
when there is no more to take
when there is nothing to give
there is only hope to forgive..
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