The Beauty of the Dark
When the sky turns black
Memories keep on coming back
Silently the cold wind blows
As tears fall and flow.
You won't see me crying alone
For the darkness embraces my home
Finally I can see the beauty of the dark
For it knows how to cover my heart.
Copyright © Sam Tiwana | Year Posted 2014
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