Morning

Morning, Sun burns through the glass
Golden, beam shines on my hands
Holding, Days that went so fast
Calling, hoping that it will last

Lying, through your teeth, I ask you
Why, your the only one I talk to
Hoping, your opinion means the world
Calling, hoping that you will ask



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Palmer
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