Early Day
Early rise into this day when the shadows find their bed.
Drunken fits for the Irish man, and an aching in his head.
On one side there is a forgiveness, that is waiting to be dealt.
On the other just more blackened thoughts and a painting on cheap felt.
Whistles find their way down this old and dirty alley.
A song that was shuffled by the wind and one that could fill a valley.
Is this the song that could carry me away from my own demise?
Or is this the melody that changed my life and have made me open my eyes?
When we talked and held our hands and thought about things to come,
I felt my heart take a turn and turn some things undone.
The ceiling that sits above me has grown into my subconscious,
From all those restless nights I fought, I wanted her to promise.
A promise of a better day, greater ways, one that can tame hearts.
The promise of an honest man, honestly, an honest man apart.
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Submission Name: Early Day
