The roaring sound of the early morning breeze
Creeps through my ears
It tries its hardest to lull me to sleep,
By whispering my deepest, darkest fears

At the wee hours of the morning,
Where the calm and darkness dance and crawl,
People are dreaming deeply of a tomorrow
That may never come at all

As our cries are thrown silently to the void
And as the world sleeps tightly tonight
The solitude within the night comforts us
As we wait for the glorious morning light