Light,zap,tap
A sound at the window goes tap,tap.
Where am I? My mind is crying out again, hearing voices in the wind...
Thinking it's him.
Awakened by the sun, bright and angry the world has begun. Forced to emerge and unable to purge the vain images, night remnants, fright imprints...
Sun, oh wicked sun! You've spun the axle and created another day...I pray... I just pray.. Aching for strength to face this day. Hoping and searching...finding a way...
