Treasure Island

Katniss Everdeen


Light Will Always Come


Our love may be dark right now
But the light will always come
The dark may seem really bad
But just remember, you will always see the sun

Darkness is not always evil
Just like light isn't always good
Don't be afraid of the dark
It sounds more scary than it should

Just wait a few hours
And you will see the first signs of light
You only have to wait a little while
Then we will be out of the night

All we have to do
Is survive the night so long
There will always be a morning after
Just make it through the night and be strong

Our love may be dark right now
But just remember this
The light will always come
And our love will always exist

Submitted: Saturday, January 02, 2010
Edited: Sunday, January 03, 2010
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