to see the break of day
shine down on your sweet face.
And every time
night raises its dark head
to press upon my breath
I pray to the gods
that I will live to see another day.
With your sweet smile
fixed upon your face
shinning down upon me
like the break of day
witch I anticipate with bated breath.
Now father time
looks down at me
like we are rats
stuck in a maze
that he constructs within his mind.
Running on wheels
and scrounging for scrapes
eagerly awaiting escape
from his dark night
with bated breath
And time and time again
he will sit and laugh
at those who can not find their way
within the maze
that he constructs within his mind.
As each day I wake
to see the break of day
shine down upon your sweet face.
All the while
that he sits and watches
us go about our lives
running on wheels
eagerly awaiting escape.
He can not help but think
about the dawn
witch he anticipates with bated breath.