Every Morning...
The night dies every morning but she laughs at the day after all. You must hide the sun from her, I got through, but I’m still here. I was looking for joy, your treasure you cried for me and I forgot you after all, I did find nothing, but love I got through, come and find me. Minutes, hours, days, weeks passing by but you have to wait. If a door opens in the distance got through, come and follow me! : James Douglas "Jim" Morrison