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Monday, January 7, 2019

A Cold, Cold Morning

A Cold, Cold Morning
copyright Sharon R. Poet

Its a cold, cold morning here in the shadow of Rye.
It's a heartless world that listed us all to die,
Then held me in a prison where I can't even cry.
I used to beg for them to finally care and see.
Now I beg for the Light to come and set me free.
Here there's a peaceful ocean in a raging world
Of twisted wars and games - the darkness unfurled;
Another waif enslaved and another boy and girl.
I used to beg for them to finally care and see.
Now I beg for the Light to come and set us free.
What are they doing? Am I just too confused?
But in their master plan only the victims lose.
Too many groping Hearts and bodies left abused.
I used to beg for them to finally care and see.

Now I beg for the Light to come and set them free.
Its a cold, cold morning here in the shadow of Rye.
It's a heartless world that listed us all to die,
Then held me in a prison where I can't even cry.
I used to beg for them to finally care and see.
Now I beg for the Light to come and set me free.