The Rhyme of the Wake

The Sun is asleep, why must I awake?

My bed pulls me, my poor limbs ache.
Ah! The Sun, dear heart, has his rays.
But we are yet to see our days.

Arise now, don’t wait for the Sun.
We have miles to go, much to get done.
The night was lovely, but the day is here.
Don’t give up, the next challenge is near.

Our chance to avenge the cause of jealousy,
to show this world who we could be.
If you could be strong and stop saying you can’t
then I’ll bring you, dear heart, all that you want.


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