when the black has turned to gray
when the tears have finished falling
when illusions drop away
I see only darkness
in the charcoal-sooty skies
I gaze at the heavens
and wait for the sun to rise
What is there to pray for?
And what is left to love?
What reasons to stay for?
And what can I dream of?
Sometime after midnight
through the darkness crests a voice
calling, rising, singing,
telling me I have a choice.
That though I may have fallen
Still somehow I may fly
Darkness cannot last forever
Look to the sunny sky.
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