What you 'll bring

Sunday morning, what will you bring?
Will you serve me
melancholy
along with my cup of coffee?

Sunday night, what will become
of me?
I can't see
if it's the best or the worst that's yet to come.

Sunday morning, bring me sunlight.
Give me sunbeam comfort, 'stead of rainy mood.
Sunday evening, give me ease.
I don't ask for much, just to know I've done
better than the worst I could.

Sunday morning, I know I've grown,
but into what?
Is it good or is it bad?
I can't decide on my own.

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