Come the night,
I sometimes feel there’s nothing left to fight
As I feel my colors fade to black and white
And in the darkness, I fear I can’t see what’s right.
But come the day,
The sun will rise to illuminate what you say
As the morning paints a thousand new colors over the gray,
Telling us all that we haven’t yet lost our way.
— Written by Sandy Heights
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