To Cross My Door To Liberty
The calling of the Rooster confirms a new dawn to me
I can sense the morning sun through mist I now can see
I lie here alone, so distant from love and life
My companion, a cold pillow, I need rescued from my strife
My breathing resonates amidst the loneliness I live
To cross my door to liberty, one day I'll have to give
When once my bed was warm, with heart warming displays
Now it's cold like a grey granite slab, for many many days
A darkness engulfs my life, when love before was there
To awaken to the Roosters call, all I can do is stare
My desire is to open my eyes, to venture to another day
When love again will fill my heart, in warming loving plays
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