Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares and suicidal tendencies, feeling pain rush, like tidal waves crushing me and blood boiling anger wishes and takes the best of me; but can I heal my own heartbreak? Will I ever find love again? See the angel of death come to me, smiles and says come with me. Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes, so I can show evil the light. Feelings eternal and fragile, she walks some lonesome highway travelled by the ones who fall in love. She a grand fool, who takes life for granted, wake her with the morning light and shine down rays of goodness and pride and show her the path that leads back to me. Wake me when the morning comes, place her upon my doorstep and a smile upon her loving face, I'm not ready to move on just yet. I don't want anymore nightmares and nightly visits from the black angels. I don't want to see blue eyed Death, with his grinning skull and black robe. I want to see the sunshine break through my window and I want to hear the birds sing love songs, and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet melody. I want to awake to her sweet and glorious beauty. Wake me, when the morning comes, when I can open my eyes to anew and see life in a new day, and live life in a new way. -10/5/2013-