Dawn

Dawn was loud Washed away the cloud of my night Dawn was bright Burning my eyes Once you can bare to rise You realize That every-one of your kin is sculpted in your skin That everyone you've been is a mark on your skin Dawn was my curfew when pain was new (in my life) Dawn is a beautiful light in my eyes Finally unwind a path of white lines Despite that my night has been cast aside Despite that with light Cars ride and blow wind on my side I laugh with the grass, the squirrels The narrow sparrow, ravens, and the flamingos, and the snails, and the doo-a-do's The winter feathers The wind and the weather, my mother, the jazz clubs brother and the pink sky's mother There was a tale on a man destroyed by ail and pain The trumpet played the part of the singer The Singer could not learn the refrain He stayed on the train He never sang again Died with his champagne And If I could be the old man Sewing grain and plantains As the skies grow pink over my land I would let the birds sew in my sand And smile as I see the lawn with my love And that beautiful dawn If I could be an old man If I could be an old man If I could be an old man If I could be an old man If I could be an old man, I would If I could be an old man If I could be an old man If I could be an old man If I could be an old man If I could be an old man, I would If I If I If I could be an old man, I would.