As morning breaks
                                 my heart aches
                                                            the sun has not yet risen

The world asleep
                             my soul torn deep
                                                            the sky dark low and driven

Air soft and fresh
                              my wearied flesh
                                                            the earth reborn and fragrant

The moon drifts by
                                 my mind still cries
                                                                 the night finds me a vagrant.