Dawn's tired eyes make shadows the day's first casualty

as you lose my eyes again, you fell too short, everything has changed

my trust fades


I cannot see the sun

first light never to be seen again

as I come to terms with another death of a close past

the final straw of a drawn out hate, well I unfold


half light arcs across the pavement, leaving it dull

the highest clouds on the edge of space converge,

I'll do this on my own


why should I be grateful?

for a broken love, and a broken respect

when it tears me down,

I'll get back up, and I'll stand my ground


my trust fades, I cannot see the sun

first light never to be seen again

why should I be grateful for a broken love and a broken respect?

the final straw of a drawn out hate, well, I need it back once more


a shadowed face, how should I have done this on my own?