Rising of the Sun

I rise above the shitty streets

I find myself at ease

I’ve had enough of sheer disbelief

I’ve struggled hard to be

and now I see the rising sun

and less I see the moon

the lunatic I had become

unsettling and rude

and down on earth a grounded fool

is me and I may smile

I’ve found my worth and all is cool

and I may stay a while

in love and light and happiness

a life I can well bare

above the spite and bitterness

I’ve freedom of despair

 

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