Post by Aidan Furey on Feb 9, 2007 21:20:04 GMT -5
The Morning is So Frail, like a wisp of a cloud that would disappear if you were to try and catch it. Like cool-mornings dew, still clinging to the blades of grass in the field. My breath still shows, my bones still chilled. This morning I wake up for you, and Only you.
The will I feel, is what would have been if I found myself in the field before, you know what I feel. Not an ordinary story, this is what should've insued before I wouldn't of pursued. This morning I awake, prepped for battle, prepped for war. I would give my heart to you, to get up every day, slugfest from 6:30 to 10:40, willing to fight every day.
This battle will be well fought, for you I ought, to think about more then whats right infront of me. My sense of pride, I'm no longer on a free ride but, this is life. The distance between, the instances we've seen, this is the way I'll win. Clinging on to the cloth of your dress, I'll not yet be silent no.
This morning, this pale morning, shows new light into what may become and what will be. In the new light of the morning, I'll lace up this armor, and I will honor you.
I'm the fighter I've got the fire. The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart. I fight for my life because the fighter never quits
I make the most of the hand I'm dealt..Because the quitter never wins. My resolve is shown by the step I've grown to know. So to you, my heart I bestow...
Let the bagpipes call my name, let the drums of war boom in the distance because, my lady I'm coming home. After the morn, the next Grey-Dawn is A risin' and there I will be on the horizon. Keep a weather eye open, keep a candle lit because your lover is comin' home.
Grey-Dawn Breaking
The will I feel, is what would have been if I found myself in the field before, you know what I feel. Not an ordinary story, this is what should've insued before I wouldn't of pursued. This morning I awake, prepped for battle, prepped for war. I would give my heart to you, to get up every day, slugfest from 6:30 to 10:40, willing to fight every day.
This battle will be well fought, for you I ought, to think about more then whats right infront of me. My sense of pride, I'm no longer on a free ride but, this is life. The distance between, the instances we've seen, this is the way I'll win. Clinging on to the cloth of your dress, I'll not yet be silent no.
This morning, this pale morning, shows new light into what may become and what will be. In the new light of the morning, I'll lace up this armor, and I will honor you.
I'm the fighter I've got the fire. The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart. I fight for my life because the fighter never quits
I make the most of the hand I'm dealt..Because the quitter never wins. My resolve is shown by the step I've grown to know. So to you, my heart I bestow...
Let the bagpipes call my name, let the drums of war boom in the distance because, my lady I'm coming home. After the morn, the next Grey-Dawn is A risin' and there I will be on the horizon. Keep a weather eye open, keep a candle lit because your lover is comin' home.
Grey-Dawn Breaking