soothe the call of dawn
A sip? Please a drop? That I might know once again. Your taste. In my tears.
The sun sets every day I am sure So why I wonder does this one pass me by? Demons long
It’s three in the morning here as you sit down to dine Gazing out you see the distant hills incline
When one in the forest falls Taller than all the others My sweet Indian friend it calls He knows and