The Morning Comes Again

The night won last forever, I tell you,

Because we pull through my friend, we pull through, 

And just as the earth is draped in darkness,  

Time presses forward and removes the 

Midnight cloak from the belly of our sadness.

The sun will rise and will

Reveal the purest of mornings,

Bathed in a wash of 

Rich orange hues 

And lush golden beams.

We, too, will rise. 

I tell you, we will.