The Lonely Sunrise

It’s a Lonely Sunrise

By Paul McCann

It’s a lonely sunrise when you wake up far away

thinking of the one you love  every single .

I look up at an empty sky , it’s  the same as yesterday,

a pretty silent picture , that’s a million miles away .

The rain falls down in drops of blue

and the sun shines through the violet hue

as clouds of white fight for the right

to block the morning light and I  think of you .

It’s a lonely sunrise when you feel the way I do ,

the birds don’t seem to sing no more

and the flowers are missing too .’

There’s a glisten in my eyes,

like the morning dew,

covering the window , blocking out the view  .

The rain falls down in drops of blue

and the sun shines through the violet hue

as clouds of white fight for the right

to block the morning light and I  think of you .

It’s a lonely sunrise ,

the same as the one before ,

I see her face in the early dawn

that falls around my door.

Its true that in her absence, I love her even more ,

when see returns  the sunrise won’t be lonely  anymore .

The rain falls down in drops of blue

and the sun shines through the violet hue

as clouds of white fight for the right

to block the morning light and I  think of you .

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