In the quiet of the early morn
when dawn's first shadows fall
and the air lays still with subtle sounds
and the eyes droop dreary all

The world itself seems at peace
and all forgotten that once was said
For in the night the words were swept
into the lands beneath the dead

The tears might have just become
the dew that feeds the early blades
and now all that had held us back
at once here begins to fade

Gentle dawn that breaks with night
let us now lend our hearts
to hear the whisper in the land
and hope for today's new start