Darkness before the Dawn
The golden rays of twilight sun slip slowly from my life;
shadows stretch their boney hands along the cooling height.
The light has gone,
the moon a silver jewel within the sky;
I lift my eyes to the vacant face, and cry out the questions why.
The dark offers a howling tune, the songbird's lonesome song;
the sun has left me here to weep,
absent among the throng.
So here I rest upon the grass as tears stream down my face;
What is there to greet me here,
and save me from this place?
But what is this?
A whisper, which soars upon the wind;
it tells me that the sun still lives, and it will come again.
And so I wait for Dawn's first light to wash over my skin;
to drown the shadows of my mind, and heal my every sin.
There! In the distance!
A light shows from the morn;
a golden fleece of summer clear to welcome the day home.
And so, with peace, my heart does sing a happy lullaby;
joy restored as the sun rises forth,
the moon to slowly die.
The golden rays of twilight sun slip slowly from my life;
shadows stretch their boney hands along the cooling height.
The light has gone,
the moon a silver jewel within the sky;
I lift my eyes to the vacant face, and cry out the questions why.
The dark offers a howling tune, the songbird's lonesome song;
the sun has left me here to weep,
absent among the throng.
So here I rest upon the grass as tears stream down my face;
What is there to greet me here,
and save me from this place?
But what is this?
A whisper, which soars upon the wind;
it tells me that the sun still lives, and it will come again.
And so I wait for Dawn's first light to wash over my skin;
to drown the shadows of my mind, and heal my every sin.
There! In the distance!
A light shows from the morn;
a golden fleece of summer clear to welcome the day home.
And so, with peace, my heart does sing a happy lullaby;
joy restored as the sun rises forth,
the moon to slowly die.
Copyright- beastintheshadows
