In this sea of sorrow I long for the morrow to come
and take me away, for today I sit in my respite of
yesterday, heart closed tight. I beg thee, hope, carry
me to tomorrow and fix these wings I broke.
Come with beauty and come with grace. Come to
end the silence that within me aches. Might I borrow
the strength of tomorrow on this bleak September day
and breath this dream of love to life that it may find
my soul.
 
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