Out in the broken morning
My past lies scattered,
Ruptured by the light,
Unreflected like the moon.
There is too much to find
Sifting through the morning
Picking up its majesty,
Stuffing my pockets full of the day;
Weighed down by too much of the fresh daybreak
To try and run away.
Everything is clear at once
And everything is gone
Like the darkened night
That held me down
And together with chains
Linked from one moment to the next
Until all my yesterdays
Wrapped me up
In who I was meant to be.
I was caught there
I was bound
And then the broken morning,
And then the broken me.
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