Morning Song

Like a heart in winter beats alone,
solitary is this place I call my own.
Memories of sun that fan an undiminished flame...

Morning song, and still you're gone.
Somehow I'll find a way
to fill my glass up to the rim,
unearthing gold each day.
True is my devotion -
always there beneath my skin.

No forgetting what is left behind;
Light and shadow from a once elusive sky.
Wanting to possess me like an unforgiving rain...

Morning song, and still you're gone.
Somehow I'll find a way
to fill my glass up to the rim,
unearthing gold each day.
True is my devotion -
once a bright undying dream.

Memories of sun that fan an undiminished flame..

Morning song and still you're gone
somehow I'll find a way
to fill my glass up to the rim
unearthing gold each day.
True is my devotion -
always there beneath

my

skin.

Let me hear in the morning of thy steadfast love, 

for in thee I put my trust. 

Teach me the way I should go, 

for to thee I lift up my soul.