I was tired in the morning.
In the time before sunrise.
I was tired of the moaning.
I was tired of the lies.
There was hope at the horizon.
A light that came from somewhere far.
That traveled from the heavens.
Just to be, where we both are.
Tired
I was tired in the morning.
In the time before sunrise.
I was tired of the moaning.
I was tired of the lies.
There was hope at the horizon.
A light that came from somewhere far.
That traveled from the heavens.
Just to be, where we both are.
Dennis Mantin 
Nice photo
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