Orchard

There is no sunrise The horizon is too far gone From light inside your eyes Where my light could have shone I rise at the dusk And wait for dawn to come Just do as you must Leave the garden that we come from Walk the lands so alive Wrapped so tightly in my roan It grows sweet apples and Clementines You just reap the seeds you've sown You rise at the dawn And wait for dusk to come I'll do what I must To preserve the garden that we come from This orchard Is overgrown To let this child take root, this man I must do what I can