The shadow fades, the sunsets
In the end the curtain closes
You promised me an eternity
Now there is only darkness only loin less
A moment is all I ask just a moment more
Why oh Why my love do you leave me now
Alone and forgotten
Here in the darkness before the dawn
Lost and alone nowhere to go
Will the dawn break through and guide me through
A brilliant sunny day
Though death holds sway
Life rolls on for the rest
Haven't yet, been put to the test
T'is dark before the dawn
The dew still rests on the lawn
Change is the new order given
Home stay or mask driven
The politicians retreat for a break
Tax collections thin as a rake
Bills piling ; loans to be paid
From where, the next commonwealth raid?
Is there order in this madness?
Explain to us ,all the sadness
This angst must go away soon
This Christmas we want to be over the moon
I wade through the darkness,
I can't find my way home,
Far away from the rest of the world,
I feel so very alone.
I walk a little further,
I cut my feet on stone,
For how many more sins, must I atone?
Defeat is much more bitter,
When you suffer through it alone.
Still no sign of daylight,
It's the dark before the dawn,
I wonder if this is some nightmare,
As I mindlessly trudge on.
Further still I wander,
For courage now I pray,
and blindly stumble onward,
Towards the break of day.
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In eggshell dark before the dawn,
I've tiptoed out to touch the stars.
It's empty where my heart belongs.
In eggshell dark, before the dawn,
one star, we both had wished upon,
contrived with wind, to take you far.
In eggshell dark, before the dawn,
I've tiptoed out to touch the stars.
I call your name. It echoes on,
praying that, somewhere, you listen.
Wind stirs the words, but dreams are gone
I call your name. It echoes on.
Without you here, there is no song.
Sunrise comes, yet stars still glisten
I call your name. It echoes on,
praying that, somewhere, you listen
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Just as the dark before the dawn,
We must suffer winter before the spring.
Spring comes in on a warming breeze,
Waving goodbye to the old snow king.
Peering bravely through last of snow,
The early bulbs turn to welcome her.
It seems Mother Earth is giving birth
As all of new life begins to stir.
The birds and the bees, new buds on the trees,
Proclaim that sweet spring is here to stay.
I most of all, hear the siren's call
And rush forth to greet the first spring day.
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