Dawn In Breaking

Remember looking at the haunted race

Bowed down to the storm?

Remember searching for a familiar face

With no one there to mourn?

Staring eyes, silent screens

Plastic tubes to carry fading dreams

Preacher servant in the hall

Warm blood on the palace wall

Those who dine alone in hell-

Wearing grief in their lapel

Drop small change in wishing well

The haunted tears that never fell

Someone's draggin' a ball and chain

Looking for you in the pouring rain

While those who care give silent prayer

For lovers going home

If there was a brickwork surrounding the New York dream

If there were secrets locked in steel

If there was a button you could press on the luck machine

If there was a place for wounds to heal

If you were born in the barbwire of your mother's womb

If you were hungry before you died

If you say you left your bath all clean and white

You know I'd know you lied

Remember the poet who said it first?

He was speaking of you and your difficult birth

And how you care and say your prayers

For lovers going home

Drinking from an empty cup, waiting for a rock to grow

Whispered sounds that can't be heard, and no one knows

Children who don't mind the rain

Yet have no wish to die

Whatever you are, were or could have been

You'd feel better if you could cry

Dawn is breaking in the graveyard

People massing in the streets

Trampled heads beneath their feet

Children playing with the dead

Silver spoon stained with red

Watching through a widows veil

As Caesar desecrates the Holy Grail

You sit all alone in your front row seat

You look so small and frail

Y'r the mud on the feet of the men you damned

Y'r darkness came too soon

You should be selling two-bit watches and girly photographs

A masterpiece in ruin

Y'r a pantomime of old world courtesy

You should have a degree for harlotry

You should be incarcerated in an apartment tower

With no technology!

Did you ever listen to the pole opposed to you?

Did you ever stop to ask?

Did you ever smile and hide your wasted face?

Did you ever lift your mask?

Did you ever walk with your feet on fire?

Dis you ever take your place in line?

Did you know you look like you belong

Where wrong is right and right is wrong?

Did you really think that you'll be left

Where war is life and life is death?