When the Morning Sun rises
Darkness falls
It has no choice
But to be enveloped by the light of day
When the Morning Sun rises
It warms that which was cold
Through the power and heat of its rays
When the Morning sun rises
It exposes the good and the bad
The truth and the lies
No more dark shadows for evil to hide
When the Morning Sun rises
Nothing can compare
No light can shine brighter
All imitations fade
The dark of night seems never ending
Until the Morning Sun rises
Claiming its rightful throne above us
Darkness Darkness everywhere
It seems to have taken over
But soon
Very soon
The Morning Sun will rise again
Wow!!! Alyssa that was beautiful and moving. Did you write that? I could actually feel your thoughts and passion in your writing.
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