Things That Make the Morning

Things That Make the Morning - The Little Flames

Fragile you

Blind and grey

Showed up once

Then hid away

Saw the sun

Saw the sky

And how the sun

Light burned your eyes

Fled from the day

Hiding away

Dig so deep

Bury all

The things that make

The morning call

All the same

Day will break

And you deny

The sky you crave

Your walls are so high

To block out the sky