She came undone before the rising sun could end her fretful night
The rays when they came couldn’t lift the shade or warm her from her fright
She lay awake as her body quaked while her mind couldn’t unwind
Not so far from dead riddled with dread murky visions of suicide
Life’s a chore for a heart that’s bored which finds no reason to smile
It’s how you frame and what you blame that turns a joy to bile
It’s the mouth that swears that nothing’s fair which feeds the perpetual child
So much is missed when one is pissed or born to be wild
I rise with the dawn, fill my heart with a song
Pay attention to the day, make love in many (several) ways
I cannot resist the subtle kiss of the sun on a winter’s day
Or fail to see the sweet harmony of goldfinches aerial play
The hawk that soars is so much more than a predator’s display
Yes, even the words of the tortured girl have a beauty and sway
The dawn awaits to waken life, the dawn awaits to warm and shine
The dawn’s colors fill my eyes, the dawn’s rays have me smile
The dawn’s rays awaken my smile, the dawn’s rays give me life