Cry Of The Morning

No time for love if they come in the morning

No time to show fear or for tears in the morning

No time for goodbyes, no time to ask why

And the wail of the siren is the cry of the morning

No time for hate if they come in the morning

No time, young mothers, for mourning

No time for turning or running away

Of the crying young babies in the morning

No time to fight back if they come in the morning

No time for withdrawal or for hiding

No time for reflection of lost dreams and hopes

And the wail of the siren is the cry of the morning

And the wail of the siren is the cry