things in life maybe bad,
life at times can be sad,
facing the sunset,
wishing for a sunrise,
they come everyday,
they go away,
in time we pay,
each day we pray.

As I sat in my sunset,
i know morning will bring a sunrise,
can i make it through the night,
especially in the nightmare fright?
only dreams to fear,
morning will come so clear,
making life more dear.

no worse hits the mind,
so i adjust to be more kind,
forcing a sunrise in me,
amongst a sunset with thee.
it's too early for the sun,
the nights not done.
chronological creativity,
frees me from my captivity.

no worse still in my brain,
a message of coming rain,
inflictions of coming pain.
no worse,
make it no worse.
stablize the curse,
keep the sunrise,
a vision before my eyes,
shining in this brain,
even in this rain.

cheers.

G