the sun is rising the morning has come the dew it dances and the earth it thrums. i can't yet see the light ahead my body too weak to lift my head. the birds they sing as morning breaks my ears are deafened by the thundering shakes of night of life of the fews & far betweens I picture ghosts of glory dancing on the seas. the sun is rising the morning has come I begin to hear a distant strum of footprints slapping the distant waters as the sun on my back grows only hotter i charge the shore to escape its rays and plunge into a sea of grace.