I turn off my lamp
And sit on the dark
And wait for the rising sun

I think about what I've started
What I've done
And what I will become

I think of the passing time
My limited time
What I've yet begun

I think about memories
That embarrass me
My heart weighs a ton

I think of melodies
That have made me think
And lyrics that have stung

I think of conversations
I've had in the past
Where I've had to bite my tongue

I think of caving in
And staying silent
And all the times I have succumb

I turn on my lamp
And pick up my pen
And write 'till the rising sun