The Sun shines so bright every morning,
But the light isn’t yours…
The bright morning comes up everyday,
But the sight isn’t yours…
Somethingwakes me up in the morning,
But the voice isn’t yours…
The afternoon comes then,
The presence isn’t yours..
Someone hears me out in the evening,
The hearing isn’t yours…
In the evening I go out and enjoy,
The company isn’t yours…
The night time brings loneliness for me
The hand to hold isn’t yours
The blanket covers me somewhat..
But the warmth isn’t yours…
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