When dawn breaks and my name is just about made
When darkness ceases to glow and vision is blinded
By light so bright,so dazingly bright
Will I remember myself or will I forget
These days that saw dark nights
These nights that flourished not to end
With dreams that lacked flesh so just mere skeletons
Of better tomorrows,of a future so vague it barely existed
Dreams of headlines and by-lines and airlines
Will my morning come or is this already my day?
Is this the story they’ll say I wrote?
They’ll read it and sip on their lemon teas and shake their heads ceremoniously
That once upon a time lived a dream in a girl which died
And the girl liveth paralysed by unnerving fear
Fear so full of life it drains her of breathe
Because where there is death,fear abounds the more
Fear of can I dare dream again and if I do
Will the dawn break this time?
What are my odds?Is it written somewhere in the stars?
And so I fall back to rise again
Though gulping for air I breathe fire
If it doesn’t burn to ashes maybe it will char
Leave a mark because isn’t that the point?
That after we are long gone our dreams will live on