The Morning Sun Is Shining Bright
The morning sun is shining bright
For any people for their good
The heaven’s always out of sight
The devil’s hidden with his hood.
I know I am a part of game
Between the sky and burning hell
And I can cry in endless flame
or feel felicity, be well.
Life makes another speedy lap
In world of slaves and mighty lords
There are the things I can’t accept,
But no one cares my foolish thoughts.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017
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