Waiting for the sun to rise
while life passes before my eyes
but my feet are still stuck beside
the ashes of my decaying life.
Will you ever show your face?
will you grace me in this unpleasant place
with your calming and collecting rays
of warmth, pure and unstained?
And will I ever get my feet undone
from the pile of waste that’s building up,
threatening to overcome
and take me to that place
from which you’ll never show your face.
So I try moving towards your warmth,
towards your light,
towards your love
but I’m tugging what can’t budge
and I fear I’ll never win
this battle for sunlight’s begin.
I’ll just keep wading through this heap
waiting for the sun to keep
Its promised gift of light
while life passes me by.

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