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What of after the morning sun appears?

Will you draw me closer or send me home?

I fondly hope when the horizon clears

That you won’t have me out there free to roam.

I’m able to get by, always prevail

When it’s a question of my own two feet,

But some days my furnace fires fail

And I’m averse to the sounds of the street.

Comfort in your arms would be oh so sweet

As I reach the end of such trying days,

Illuminating what makes life complete.

One touch from you, from a spark comes a blaze.

So tell me now, what of the morning light?

How I long to be yours, not just tonight.