Please come home in the morning
You send my heart soaring
When the sun won't let you sleep
I'll never make you weep
You'll be the lucky one
As the time seems to run
And fifty years with you feels like thirty
I'll make sure you stand sturdy
And when we're old and heading to our graves
I'll make sure we are brave
And we will fall right back together
In any sort of weather
And when we're reborn
I hope to fall in love with you all over again
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Where the sky turns grey (poems)
PoetryEverything that's in me. For all the light drowning in darkness. A variety of poems. Covers not mine but I love it.
