And another morning
I wish never to come
Never-ending insomniac nights
Then again rises the sun
The first ray of light
That enters my eye
Either is a hope
Or is bidding me last
And sweetest goodbye…
The battlefield
Is what I fear
The struggle for light
Or the darkness to bear
After the battle
I won’t remain the same
But for something new
It is worth the change…
Ready for all the wound and pain
If in return
Eternal light I will gain
Ironical is the rose
Amongst the thorns
It smiles and blooms
I also hope to shine brighter
With those scars and wounds