Where It Begins

Before dawn eyes have ceased to be closed
Still unclear thoughts dominate any acting
Not aware of the following deeds it could
Be a morning soaked into the grey it comes
From your road, from your city from your

Family it could be all the beginning or the
End unexpectedly it grabs us no matter when
No matter whom what remains is a naked crying
Child it could be a morning soaked into the
Grey it comes from your road, from your city

From your family it could be all the beginning
Or the end it could be a morning soaked into
The grey what remains is a woman stunned
Deathly pale old blood lost what remains is
A man stunned, deathly pale old blood lost