Alone In the Dark
The pain of night, the pain of day.
Between the two, it all seems grey.
The walls are brown, a little dim.
Since you've been gone it's kinda grim.
Tomorrow calls for yesterday.
But tomorrow never get's it's way.
An emptiness now fills my time.
To find me writing forlorn rhyme.
What is to come to save the day.
No one can know, no one can say.
We just await an Angel's hark.
As we wait alone in the dark.
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