In the quiet of the dawn, it is when my soul relents.
It was the noise of the darkness that made it spent.
The dark things come out to play and dance,
it puts my heart into a pant.
I do not want the darkness so close
but I can hide there closed in it most.
But there is no peace in the dark hidden places,
It is in the light that peace can be faced.
This tug of war between what I know and what I believe,
it is my good sence that takes its leave
To leave me to fight,
when I want to flight.
So in the quiet of the dawn before the birds morning song
I sit in a heap spent from the things that have gone on.
I neither look to God or to myself,
for I do not know my right from my left.