The Final Dawn
Looking out my bedroom window
off into the setting sun
wishing the tears stop flowing
and to you I could run.
I stare aimlessly at the falling star-shine
where once held our hopes and dreams
now I am almost blinded
from her ever piercing beams.
I always feared growing old and dying alone
It seems I'm going to get my wish
I have already died a thousand deaths
So I shouldn't be afraid of just one more.
It's well past the stroke of midnight
but my eyes refuse to close
there's nothing left to hold on to
for all my dreams have slipped away.
The end is rapidly approaching
the chance for redemption has come and gone
I'll be searching for no tomorrows
As I wait upon my final dawn
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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