Early morning

Early light.
Smells of vagrants and street.
Spring is starting to flow...
Tugging reins to defeat
Every dream that I know.

The full moon.
O’er the building it glares,
Turning crimson and deep.
What is truth that one shares,
What’s the flip side of sleep?

Running after the tram,
Lights are mixed with the gray.
Losing all that I am,
As we push through the day.

Every loss makes us grieve,
To embrace, to regain...
But we cannot believe,
Nor accept all the pain.

People, moments, and things
Vanish into the past,
Cast the doubt that it brings—
We can find them at last.

Feel the time once again,
Love the world and its tone—
Where’s the link in the chain
Just to be, on our own?

Running after the tram,
Lights are mixed with the gray.
Losing all that I am,
As we push through the day.

Shadows cling to the edge,
Taking all that they can...
Now I let go my pledge,
As the morning began.

Running after the tram,
Lights are mixed with the gray.
Losing all that I am,
As we push through the day...

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