the dawn comes with cold white light
casts the bright daggers of the sun
it draws with its shining knive
a shape of the ghost i have become
this morning feels colder than before
strange and unfamiliar
something has changed
what the night took away
the day cannot repay
forlorn is this scene i built
can i just step down from the stage?
run down and worn broken will cannot repair
can i walk out from this cage?
this morning feels colder than before
strange and unfamiliar
something has changed
what the night took away
the day cannot repay