Light of the dawn
Now comes the morn
Pain always there
Lost in despair

Sadness that fills
Within her soul spills
Needs special care
Finds no one there

Searching for rhyme
Now lost in time
Heart wants to share
No energy there

Reflection she sees
Life's sad reveries
Wants to explore
Hoping for more

Candle will glow
Flame will bestow
Warmth from within
As healing begins

Dawn of new light
Shining so bright
Hope gives us peace
Love will increase.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright May 24, 2002

Midi "When Morning Comes" by ©Bruce DeBoer

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