As tired eyes sleep,
Another set weep,
Begging for "some day" to come.
For the days filled with truth,
And years filled with youth,
And two hearts beating as one.
But the day is not "some",
It has still yet to come.
The future holds on much too tight.
So down I will lay,
And patient I'll stay,
While these eyes weep through the night.
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