Albert Camus
Albert Camus
Night’s last whisper drifts on by.
Waves reflect the embered glow,
Tides that shimmer, ebb, and flow.
A lighthouse stands in dawn’s embrace.
Shadowed clouds begin to race.
Hope ignites where the dark has been,
A brand-new day will rise again.
Night’s last whisper drifts on by.
Waves reflect the embered glow,
Tides that shimmer, ebb, and flow.
A lighthouse stands in dawn’s embrace.
Shadowed clouds begin to race.
Hope ignites where the dark has been,
A brand-new day will rise again.