Dawn's tired eyes make shadows
The day's first casualty,
As you lose my eyes again,
You fell too short,
Everything has changed,
My trust fades.
I cannot see the sun,
First light never to be seen again.
As I come to terms
With another death of a close past,
The final straw of a drawn out hate,
Well, I unfold.
Half light arcs across the pavement,
Leaving it dull,
The highest clouds
On the edge of space converge,
I'll do this on my own.
Why should I be grateful?
For a broken love, and a broken respect,
When it tears me down,
I'll get back up, and I'll stand my ground.
My trust fades, I cannot see the sun,
First light never to be seen again.
Why should I be grateful
For a broken love and a broken respect?
The final straw of a drawn out hate,
Well, I need it back once more.
A shadowed face,
How should I have done this on my own?