In the shade of my mind
I've wandered far and wide
And there In the twilight
is where I drift away
And I recall the tale
of a morning said to come
To flood this world of gloom
In a golden dawn

Morn morn
O morn when will you return?

And out from the dark
a moth had flown before
he too recalled the songs
Of a distant dawn

‘Hark here, listen rest your fear
lift your head from your hands
and follow as I fly
For we will surely find our own light’

The morn’ has ceased to come
So we will flee
in search of that glint of dusk
And gather whatever’s left of you
And take to the sky
though it may be dark
In sought we will fly

I’ll never wait for the morn again
To bring the light of day
I’ll find my own light!
I’ll find my own way!

With every day spent dwelling in the dark
This skin around me has grown so coarse
And I wore it to ward off whatever it may be
That stalks and preys upon the lost and the weak
But the longer I sit and dwell within this shell
I realize what haunts me has been here on the inside

And that is where I learned to cast it all way

And we will shed this molting skin
And spread these wings for the first time
With every fall we will learn to fly higher and higher
As we drift on into the dusk

The morn’ has ceased to come
so we will flee
in search of that glint of dusk
And gather whatever’s left of you
and take to the sky
though it may be dark
In sought we will fly

I’ll never wait for the morn’ again
to bring the light of day
I’ll find my own light!
I’ll find my own way!