Bright as the sun
Black as the night
My heart mourns silently
This just isn't right
My legs are weak
I've grown so cold
My heart cries out
I need someone to hold
Slowly I turn away
Like the wilting of a flower
Can this mended?
I wait hour after hour
Can you take my hand?
I mean can I just walk away?
I want to talk to you
Lets just take it day by day
Like the sunflowers of my soul
Can it really wait?
It seems like the days are over
Am I wilting away? Is it too late?
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