Dawn

Rejection is the fruit of forecasted stupidity
Crying spirits warned us
Don’t go. Stay, says He

Despite the access to a perfect place
We wanted more
We wanted more

Guilt can tare a man into pieces
Uncounsciously falling in senseless actions
Revolving patterns out of control

Cut the ropes, brake the chains
Take away the pain of yesterday
And let dawn brake
Dawn brake

Silent noise of peaceful dove
Fill me up, never stop
Come dawn
Brake dawn

Wear the clothes of peace
White, washed clean in red
Muddy spots has fled
Clean
Night has gone
Day has come
The path to something else is shown.
Come dawn
Brake dawn