What if?
when the morning sun rises,
Bringing forth it's warmth to the earth,
the pillow that's seated on the bed wet,
from the midnight tears get dried up?
what if?
when the morning sun rises,
Bringing forth it's light to the earth,
will my path to a better life light up,
and my feet will no longer miss the lane?
What if?
When the morning sun rises,
and birds start their melodious chirping,
will my voice join in their glorious songs,
and forget the sad sobs of the midnight?
what if?
when the morning sun rises,
and the clouds of the sky fall into their place,
will my soul find it's missing piece?
will my questions get some answers?
will my face light up forever?
will my heart get closer to God?
When the morning sun rises...
© GERISHON THIGA