Morning Sun Never Comes

In the quiet of dawn, shadows linger,
The morning sun, a distant dream,
Its warmth eludes these weary eyes,
As darkness clings to every seam.

The night, a shroud that won't release,
A haunting melody, a mournful hum,
I search for solace in the void,
But the morning sun never comes.

Morning sun never comes
In the day of the dark.
Sweetest dream has been depart
In the calling of black star.

The stars weep silently above,
Their tears lost in the ink-black sky,
I yearn for dawn's forgiving light,
Yet it remains a whispered lie.
Morning sun, morning sun.

Morning sun never comes.
In the day of the dark.
Sweetest dream has been depart
In the calling of black star.

The world turns on its broken axis,
And I, a captive of this endless night,
I long for rays to pierce my soul,
But the morning sun never comes.

In the silence of my soul
where hope is lost.
