I woke up this morning with a song in my heart
As a smile sweetly perched on my lips for a start
My spotless soul in a tameless language lectured
It spoke of a lifetime flying far lost and fractured
I have been forlorn with my pen for plenty days
Marking the roll of my wassail upon fading rays
Blissful moments of solitude and deep thoughts
Sympathetic sighs of unending desires and wants
Father don't let my sins pass down to my children
Let them run free with the wind of the sovereign
For I feel the marks of time riding upon my cheek
Heart strays, doors opening, closing, with a creak
Through this dull perplexing maze of bright night
I search long for a sweet emblem of my fleeing light
Hope bending on the palliative wings of nothingness
Dusty roads flooded with due from the wilderness.
