When i am happy again
You notice my lips parting slowly
Like the honeymoon
Teasing and vainly slicing the skies
And know me slowly
When i am running again
Not for fear this time
Unfortunately chasing the rain
It is for the life which is mine
When i am crying again
It is beyond the usual parental spanking
Or starving of domestic crime
Is for my age to wait for me
Oh when i am sleeping again
Not to rise and seek the sun hate
Or let boring breath through my spin
It is to rest for ever and centuries
And when i am living again
This time not with toil
But with angels the king of kings
Where there will be no reason
To run cry or even sleep again
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