When it comes to night


All day working out
Busy in making ourselves proud
But when it comes to night
Heart and brain starts the fight
Then enters the crystal tears
Made up of pain and stress of past or
gone years!!!
Hugging the pillow tight
Making it wet and pretending alright
After a time, when eyes are tired
By the grace, a sleep is hired
This is the reality
Which in sunshine "Displace"
But when it comes to night
We all "Face"

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