Morning
It’s time again
tears are on the run
and fears are stripped
naked
in the newborn sun.
It’s easy to fake,
it’s easy to hide;
feelings so bare
are so safe
in the blindness
of the light.
It’s time again
tears are on the run
and fears are stripped
naked
in the newborn sun.
It’s easy to fake,
it’s easy to hide;
feelings so bare
are so safe
in the blindness
of the light.