My First Love If I really feel low tonight, What's the point in waking up happy? The music plays soft tonight Begging me to cope with emotion. I see pictures of colorful joy, But life is only a mix of grey tones. I want not to feel the joy Of knowing you're worth missing. Smile when the sun is out, And cry onto a moonlit ground. Tonight is just one night of millions Promising that I wont always be alone. Prayer will be a blanket, Making peace become a pillow. Because I know that my only one Is waiting too, not knowing when we'll be. - Benjamin A. Page
