Rubbing shoulders with the streets
For the sun is yet to rise
Are you alive, where do you reside?
I can’t see you, it’s like you have been put on ice.
Give me a piece of you and not a slice
Life is like a game of dice.
You throw it hoping to get a six, until you realize that the is no quick fix
No matter how much I cry or try I just can’t seem to get this right.
Would you look at that, the clouds are clearing.
The weight of the world I am not longer bearing.
I can see the horizon,
I feel like I am now living in unison.
Once again, I can see the sun shining.
And I can feel myself smiling, for the sun has risen… and my joy will never again remain hidden.