I’m ready for the birth of a new day.
Ready for a pink dawn to rise
as the light takes
over from the dark
and the day is born
And I shall follow the road towards the light,
and leave the dark behind,
But I have found that the dark always follows.
Catches up with me, as if it were the past.
If I hurry maybe I’ll escape it this time.
Maybe I’ll catch the light
and hold on to it and
not let it break