• First dawns light
    Morning anew
    Come to bring us out of the darkness

    'Till the morning grows old sees all it will see
    The morning becomes the night

    The sun has lost its gentle rays of red and orange and yellow
    it quiets down to blue and purple
    to make way for the new dawn arising

    for every end there is a begining
    and thats what keeps hope alive
    the thought of a new dawn arising