Daylight

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The quiet screams echoing in the darkness Wait till daylight comes The soft claws of a murder of crows laying in wait for prey Wait till daylight comes
Twilight snuck up on daylight Like a hunter to its prey Replacing light with shadows Painting the city in shades of grey
I wander these streets just following my feet not knowing where to be just knowing where I've been by myself I Itravel but I never walk alone I'm  a stranger to these people
I am awoken, not by sounds. The sun egging me on with its rays to arise.   Birds conversing, cheerful small talk. Inviting me to join the world outside.   The breeze, a mornings greeting.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death i realize that i am more powerful than those that surround me Those that blindfold me , scold me, and belittle my gifts My melodies, notes, runs and rifts
So I say goodbye to the daylight, To the sun I bid adieu,
Daylight stands apart from cold midnight. His warm smile—kind eyes—brilliance. The touch of his hand warms our insides— Keeps us safe—and– living right.   Midnight shakes the bones of Children.
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