As the snow falls and the lights dim
the stars hide behind the gray of the cloudy night sky.
The moon rests upon a bed of water
while the sun warms all of the south.
because every year it snows
and every year we get older
every year we cry
and every year gets a little colder.
As time continues and we progress
our demons rise with every breath
we fight through tears
and broken chest
we cry out loud
from pain for rest.
The morning comes
the sun shines through
with it comes rest
some needed peace
and guiding rays
some better nights
some sunny days.
And in the end
we all pull through
the beaming light
Gabriela A Tejada
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