Dawn, dear old friend,
You bring light and hope, but the night won\'t bend,
It gambles with you, for my life in the end.
It seems now to me that all the old wounds
Still linger and ache like some ancient tunes
Of a city lost, where the stakes were set.
Where men like us laughed, loved, and paid the cost,
Submerged in wine, floating in regret,
Wondering if they were living, or just dying to forget.
I hope for the day when worries pass by,
Watching for the next dawn in the sky
The blues will play, I’ll whisper,
my,
my.