Tomorrow's light may come too late
The night, too long,
before the dawn breaks

As warm tears, swollen with pain
Trickle silently down her cheeks
A fragile beauty sleeps

And so I will live, for some days now yet uncounted,
in a landscape bearing a bleak and cold horizon,
the dawn, stolen from the edges of my world
by some dark and bitter chill that neither faints nor fades

and yet the sun will rise,
if indeed the son has risen

Silvery wisps of painful hopes, die in icy air
And I welcome and at once despise,
the sweet break of my despair

For moments far too short to count
But far too long to not have loved
I thought I saw a different man;
I thought that I, he was

And those eyes that seemed to see him there
Standing in my place,
I would have drank of them like ice in drops of fire
in the beauty of her face.

Somewhere between the west and the rising sun I'll sit
and I will wait;
I will wait for you to save whoever I am.

Somewhere in the twilight, somewhere between the dark and the dawn,
I will wait;
the shadows of who I was and who I am not yet.

Somewhere a midst the cold iron of night and the cries muffled by my delight,
I will wait;
though the music plays on strings of silence.

I will wait for you.

The morning light flickers through and I,
I hold the dawn in my arms.
And I hear the sweet soft breeze of breath,
and here we have no fear of harm.

But we have learned that once we rise,
there is much to fear.
For I have broken many promises,
and I have cut you deep my dear.

The world as I know it
is covered in the gleaming shadow of a world as I have never known.
And in the shadows made bright by shadows,
the night reminds me of a darkness I find so sweet.
In that darkness I would drink of her eyes.

Two men sat in a room, staring eye to eye
One man clenched his hand,
and squeezed the shadows from his fist

It was he who would resist.

The other ate of his regret,
of what was
and what might happen yet

It was he, whom I cannot forget.