Morning Will Come

*MORNING WILL COME*

I see him seated in a corner
His eyes red and teary
He tries to hide but you can tell he's weary
From how he yawns I see he's hungry
All he hoped for is now fairy

I see him seated in a corner
He has a lot to Ponder
He thought he was right now left to wonder
He prayed to God not to put them asunder
But life is a road, at every point a meander.

I see him seated in a corner
All he does is crave for lime
He wishes to go back in time
But memories to his hear maim
He feels left with one aim
SUICIDE; but to him that's lame

Now I see him seated at the corner
Looks up and smiles amid sorrow
He knows if today he has to borrow
A morning will come tomorrow
When wounds will heal in a row
And his wings will take flight like a sparrow.

© *STUMAH*