Traces of Sunshine
In a misty and windy morning
There is no beam of dawn; dimly all around.
Dread air strike me out of my mind and
I'll be numb and stiff from frigid.
I shiver in fear of my life.
Oh my God! I've lost my way on the moor.
Where is my shelter?
I am waiting lonely for along time for my traces of sunshine;
Eyes of kindness and compassion, and smile of grace.
Oh Dear please.....
Let me in! Let me in!
I would like to sleep in your hug with your love.
My Lord, you, are always my traces of sunshine.
May be just a while
Till the death it will last. Oh my sunshine!
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