Who are you to me?

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Book 6

I can sit here for hours looking into the dark light.

This dark night coming to an end.

Yet It will end with my life.



But the sun will rise upon my face

I just have to ask my self one thing

What the hell am I waiting for.



Am I denying my life?

Am I lying to you?

Have I found what I was looking for.



I am no longer bound to this darkness.

I am no longer the Dark Knight of my dreams.

I have finally found my path in life.



Will I ever know who you were to me?

Will I come to know the man I will become?

Who am I?



Will this sun ever come up and shine on my face?

I just have to ask my self one thing

What the hell am I waiting for?



What the hell am I going to do for you?

What the hell am I waiting for?

Do I treat you fairly with love?



Who are you to me?

Because you are everything I need.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A direct translation of a poem I did in my sleep. Good thing I had my recorder going. LOL

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