Earliest days, in calm and misty dawn

I can reach so far above my head with my height.

And I feel fit for fight,

With my pace I break out the light,

And the cool wind strengthens me to walk on by.



But, so far beyond my pace,

I watch you run over and make me feel foreign inside.

And dont ever call again

I want seven undone days.

A revolt of my force inside.



Thoughtful, early autumn-days, a chestnut in my palm

as I open my lovers eyes to see if they still shine.

Though I feel fit for fight,

and my pace can break out the light,

I need more to make me feel all right.