cold is the night
when the rain is pouring down
black is the darkness
when the sun sets into its sleep
silent songs
are what I’m listening to
through all my nights
quiet lullabies
are what I’m hearing
throught all my eves
but still, eyes open
and mind keeps searching
over the night’s cloudy sky
to the very depth of loneliness
for the dream is still away
for the dream is still a dream
it’s a long and winding road…
of hope
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