Morning Come

Morning Come

When will the morning come ?
I wait in darkness so long.
Will the sun ever rise again ?

Hours flowing over me
I wait in vain for some change.
Will light ever pierce this pain ?

Riding on a humming bird’s wing,
Caravans fleeing from the East.
May the pilgrim join in the feast.

How will the morning be ?
I watched the dawn in my dreams
And imagined the day for years.
Shall I feel warmth again
And feel it true when they say
That the day never ends in tears ?

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