Another Grey Morning When I feel as though my love is sinking down, the sun doesnt want to shine. When it feels like she wont face another day, life is unkind, shes frozen in time. And here comes another grey morning. A not so good morning after all. She says well, what am I to do today with too much time and so much sorrow. She hears the baby waking up downstairs. She hears the foghorn calling out across the sound. Repetition in the morning air is just too much to bear, and no one seems to care. If another day goes creeping by empty and ashamed, like an old unwanted memory that no one will claim. The clouds with their heads on the ground, shes gonna have to come down. She said move me, move me, Im locked up inside. Well, I didnt understand her though God knows I tried. She said make me angry but just make me cry. But no more grey morning, I think Id rather die.
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 07:23:47 +0000
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