Dawn
Taking my eyes up to the dawn
I realize the sun is my pawn
No one can see the spark
But I need to realize the pond is just made of muck
Mister, may I have this dance?
No?
Well, a screw is loose in you
When I see I can’t see the sun
Is when the night claims people as a pawn
I need to see
It’s not what I seem to see
If I know the truth
The blue will turn into a new colour then it’s going to pollute
What earth is to be
Senile even though free
The others could never see
What offers were around to be
Something a breeze was whispered
Passing by trees