My morning sun
My shining Moon
The day has come, around here noon
I sit up and i stare outside
For i have cried a lonley night
The bright light sun has shinned again
And it tells me to ease the pain
I sit here with a pen in hand
For all my hopes have reached a land
They were once high up above
Flying like a sylver dove
But now they've landed not safe and sound
But with a crash right on the ground
I look for what i cannot find
I find that wich i cannot have
So right now with this pen in hand
I sit and write the that which was never planned
