The cracks of night begin to form,
When the horizon teases thoughts of morn,
Gently rays and blue-kissed light,
Banish shadows- set stars to flight,
Dawn has broken, here cometh day,
What will it hold?
Only you can say.
The cracks of night begin to form,
When the horizon teases thoughts of morn,
Gently rays and blue-kissed light,
Banish shadows- set stars to flight,
Dawn has broken, here cometh day,
What will it hold?
Only you can say.