lonely is the night and so is the home
streets of the city I wander and roam
is this my refuge or hell unknown
wonder n ponder while I cry and groan
long is the night but there is a dawn
awaiting the light is the only thing I have done
the wait stretches endless but HE seems unaware
the pain the angst he better beware
for HE has limits in HIS own world
and I seem to have crossed miles behold
worthy ain't I of a little joy... little sunshine more of cold?!
for what it's worth I am told
wait and watch ... n' let the magic unfold!
I am sure it's worth it lest this story be retold!
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