come on you target...

i still believe in the sun at times when it doesn't rise; a sense of stubborn attitude- you know it is there for you but you don't see it. you don't know whether you want to or not to see it but you long for it.
n my jukebox croons " i believe in peace ; even when the war is riding.."

...n there is peace after the storm..never longed for a lullaby..