When a hush falls over the plain,
And nothing is heard again,
Remember, all things come to life,
Again,
In the morning.
When there is no light left to guide the way,
And all the wild things have gone inside until the next day,
Remember, all things come to life,
Again,
In the morning,
When your mind will not quiet,
And your thoughts are beginning to riot,
When there's very little time left,
And your sanity has become a victim of theft,
Remember, all things come to life,
Again,
In the morning.
When the stereo of life breaks,
And you're left with heartache,
Remember, new things come to life,
Again,
In the morning.
When things come back to life,
And you realize the permanence of the strife,
Remember, when you thought all was lost,
Again,
In the shadow.
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Poetry For The Soul
PoetryPoetry is such a passionate way of expressing any emotion you could ever think of. I hope you can find something that resonates with your experience in my poetry. In this work of poetry you find motivation, love, heartbreak, anger, and any other em...
