Begging To See The Sun
The sun will shine again
In the darkest of nights, when shadows loom,
And tears of sorrow soak my soul’s bloom,
I find myself on bended knee,
Begging the heavens, please let me see.
The weight of despair pulls me down,
A heavy cloak that I wear with a frown.
But deep within, a flicker remains,
A glimmer of hope, despite the strains.
Through cloudy skies and storms that brew,
I yearn for a glimpse of something new.
The sun, oh how I long for its light,
To pierce through the darkness, shining so bright.
With every sunrise, a promise unfolds,
A chance to rise above the stories untold.
I beg the universe, grant me this boon,
To witness the sun, to feel its warm tune.
For in its rays, there’s strength and grace,
A symphony of colors, a comforting embrace.
I beg to be touched by its golden glow,
To revive my spirit and make me whole.
The sun, a symbol of resilience and might,
Reminds me that darkness can turn to light.
Though clouds may gather and storms may rage,
The sun will return, ending this stage.
So I beg to see the sun, to feel its embrace,
To let its radiance fill every space.
With each new dawn, a chance to begin,
To rise above darkness, let my soul sing.
For in the depths of my pleading plea,
Lies a seed of faith, waiting to be free.
The sun will shine again, I believe,
And in its warmth, my spirit will achieve.
So I beg, I plead, with open arms,
For the sun’s brilliance to dispel all harms.
And as I wait, with hope in my heart,
I know that the sun will never depart.
Begging to see the sun, my spirit yearns,
For its return, my soul forever learns,
That even in the darkest of nights,
The sun will rise, spreading its glorious light.
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