May 6, 2011
The sky will be cleaner
The grass will be greener
My eyes open new
My thoughts go to you
From the darkness of night
To the first morning light
No matter what I do
My thoughts go to you
I wait for tomorrow
Though it will never arrive
I brush off my sorrow
And try to look alive
I wait for the day
That never will appear
When I can finally say
I love you, my dear.

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