There at the beginning,
That rising hour.
The sun shining beyond the morning dew,
Can all be lost in a sedated life.
Buried beneath the lost few,
I have felt the burden of this world.
Bearing heavily on this soft skull,
Bringing a point to this sleepy lull.
That I have left myself in to do,
Now after all this time I must awaken.
Or face a darkened end despaired,
For all the things I have mistaken.
A hard choice to make,
A grief to bear.
A piece of my heart given,
In hopes of something new.
But all the while in this waking,
I'm left in the night alone construed.