The night has been a long one
And sleep’s been on the run.
The dark was full of terrors
My only happiness, a warm gun.
Abandoned and disheartened,
I despaired of seeing the sun.
Then a small Voice reassured me
I didn’t have to be afraid.
It would somehow all be worth it;
The fight would not be in vain.
And rich growth always follows
In the wake of heavy rain.
And somehow I’ve come through it.
Belief has had its way.
The sky begins to brighten
As the first audacious ray
Comes peeking o’er the mountains:
I have lived to see the day!
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