It was early in the morning, or maybe late at night.
I sat alone and wondered if the dawn would ever break.
I huddled in upon myself, waiting for the light.
I never knew the effort, or the work that it would take
To be alive for morning. Could I see it through?
I sat alone and wondered. If the dawn would ever break,
The sun would shine upon the world and make it bright and new.
My soul, so heavy in the dark, would lift and leap once more
To be alive. For morning, could I see it through,
Would come, with singing birds for ushers, knocking on my door.
Let go would be the burden, the ebon box I held
My soul so heavy in. The dark would lift, and leap once more
My sprit would, when night was done, and moon and stars dispelled.
The night would pass, the day would come, the dawn was on its way.
Let go would be the burden: the ebon box. I held.
I'll never tell the things I did to keep the dark at bay.
It was early in the morning, or maybe late at night,
And what goes on within a man, he shouldn't have to say.
I huddled in upon myself, waiting for the light.
I sat alone and wondered if the dawn would ever break.
I huddled in upon myself, waiting for the light.
I never knew the effort, or the work that it would take
To be alive for morning. Could I see it through?
I sat alone and wondered. If the dawn would ever break,
The sun would shine upon the world and make it bright and new.
My soul, so heavy in the dark, would lift and leap once more
To be alive. For morning, could I see it through,
Would come, with singing birds for ushers, knocking on my door.
Let go would be the burden, the ebon box I held
My soul so heavy in. The dark would lift, and leap once more
My sprit would, when night was done, and moon and stars dispelled.
The night would pass, the day would come, the dawn was on its way.
Let go would be the burden: the ebon box. I held.
I'll never tell the things I did to keep the dark at bay.
It was early in the morning, or maybe late at night,
And what goes on within a man, he shouldn't have to say.
I huddled in upon myself, waiting for the light.
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