Will There Really be a Morning?

The Sun has already set
Everything is now very quiet
For the birds have stopped singing
Till the next very morning
Everything seems so perfect
But deep inside me, I know that it does not have the same effect
For something valuable is missing
From the very day of parting
Something has been abandoned
And Nothing can be done
As Fate has decided Otherwise
But Hope has not died
Perhaps One day
And I pray
That the Sun will shine
And that all its golden rays will be mine
A day will come
When You will be back home.
And I pray God fervently
To grant me this wish completely.