The shadows cross at midnight and I am alone again,
Behind a curtain of umbiguity I wait for the sunrise.
The treacherous hours where my soul cries while the dewdrops form –
And quench all new life from the parched Earth.
Oh blessed dawn! Oh blessed hope!
For with you comes the songs of birds that tell my heart to reach as far as they can fly,
To soar as far as they can see, to be until the midnight hour,
Where I wait again for the Power of Life to thrust me into a new day.