With darkness looming in my mind, my thoughts are spineless bits of shredded time. Such confusion and sadness don’t become me. Surely, these feelings can not overcome me. A long life behind me, but never so bleak. A long life ahead of me, happiness I shall seek.
Let the light from day spill into night; a slivered sun ray please come my way.
As the day begins to darken, is there a message I should harken? I must be cautious of my perspective; take a stand not to be reflective, and resign myself from my mind. My glass half full, my glass half empty, darkness cannot tempt me.
Let the light from night spill into day; a silvered moonbeam please come my way.
Again, sensing doom I am swallowed by gloom. I can only cry and with no reason to try. I must be bold, I am told! It is not wrong to be strong. I must bring light into my sights; making wrongs into rights.
Let the light from the day spill into the night; let the light from the night spill into the day.
You may laugh, but I will settle for half. The peacefulness of dusk or the loveliness of dawn; neither night nor day. Perhaps a little gray? At last, we have met halfway, at least for today.
Whether a slivered sun ray or a silvered moonbeam; please come my way and make my day. Please let it be, I need to be me.
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