It feels like a momentary eternity
The disappearing darkness that starts the day
I looked up at the heavens with uncertainty
Its still to early for me to find my way
I feel the cold wind that never seems to be able to find itself sleeping
It must be what always keeps the birds awake
I am careful not to step on the drenched grass that looks like its been weeping
But then I turn to watch the new day and the remaining life of the old one that it takes away
As I walk through the changing shadows I am carefully suspicious
But all the same I still stop and I quickly kneel so I can pray
The world out there may not be so friendly; it might be cruel and vicious
So please god grant me the will to make it to see the next new day
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