Dreaming of Love That Doesn’t Know My Name

The scathing poetry of a brand new day

Doing my best to not fall in Love

With the unaware and absent

Start with the Sunshine

And lose myself along the way

I know she’s not mine

I don’t know where hope went

The words on my lips fits like a glove:

You are a fighter, but I am the fire of a brand new day

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