Come the Day

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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