Every morning brings with it, A smoke ' a smoke of exhaustion And through the smoke I watch the flock of birds fly by My eyes drinking in the cruelties, And my starved heart weeping - alone.
In the haze of smoke, I watch the people passing by Wanting a pause in life. Pause from the rules and regulations, the trials and tribulations, A pause from shadows of people Who continue to haunt me.
Every night I talk to the stars, And in a small voice Pray for early dawn. I wait for the golden sunbeam Coming to spread hope ' Chasing the clouds away.
But when the dawn comes My thoughts are silenced By the same smoke and flock of birds The sun sparkles But the clouds prevail And my eyes wait ' wait for the golden sunbeam.
