sara at sunrise
Sitting in a chair on the roof all night,
Sun peaking over the horizon, just right.
Sara Brightmans voice pierces the air,
It's totally perfect, I haven't got a care.
Watching the sun come up feels so nice,
Even with no sleep, screwdriver on ice.
The sky is perfect, shades of orange and blue,
Like God is painting a portrait of you..
I wander down and silently go inside,
Smiling as I watch you sleep with pride.
Beautiful lying there on the bed,
Sun is shining orange and red.
This the perfect morning of my life,
No signs of trouble or even strife.
Just a quiet beautiful day ahead,
The sky outside, a perfect shade of red
Just one day from one mans troubled life.
2007-07-01
10:47:50
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