Atone
If you never move on, you stay where you are...
Blinking away the pain,
trying to reduce its stain.
Eyes wide open at 4 A.M,
never want to blink again.
I dream of her atoning,
I dream of her phoning.
Silence interrupts the thought,
I grab my phone, maybe I ought...
No.
5 A.M and the birds ring,
love emerges as they sing.
A new dawn, a new day...
will it take the pain away?
