Looking On
The break of dawn, a dense fog...
Thin wisps of the sun slitting through...
The weather being chill to the bone,
As harsh and edgy as stone…
With dying hope and a cringing heart…
A tear-stained face looks on…
A new day is to come…
A new tune to strum…
The sun is slowly rising,
But the heart-it sinks…
An eye fixed on the horizon hardly blinks…
A tear-stained face looks on…
Clouds descend for the light to end…
Raindrops-a mirror of the heart…
The sun is no longer in sight,
The heart wishes for blissful flight…
To rise above all…
A tear-stained face looks on…
