In
the quiet of the morning
The waves of the night seem so spent
In
the fire of the dawn
The demons of the darkness lie slain
In
the softness of the new day
The ravages of the night are forgotten
But
there will come another night
Another darkness.
My demons are in the darkness
That I carry inside me
I
carry the darkeness
To your dawn,
To your fire
To your softness
Your
mind and body
Touch my thoughts
My night gives way
To your quiet morning.
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