Dawn, the first light

The future and it's mysteries.

Dawn, the first light

Where to begin
we've given so much
our mutual trust
our mysteries intact

Sometimes I’m scared
the future I see
will never take shape
(like a drop of ink that never curves a letter)

Let’s climb this tree
to glimpse far over the hills
we’ll carry our hopes up high to the branches
(I want a bird’s eye view of you and me)