Early morning,

It's cold and the sun is white

For I was born in

The darkness before the light



Of a new day

A new way of living

Of giving delight

And if you pay

Then you may be slipping

Back into the night



Then all knowing

With words and with pen I write

Of the growing

Of things that are in my sight



Early evening

It's cold and the moon is bright

And I believe in

The darkness before the light

Of a new day