When the morning comes
And you're unsure
Where you're meant to go
On the borderline
Of our promised land
And dreams we can't ignore
With the hour
Drawing closer
Don't you give in
To the posers
And the fakes that line the walls
Skulking down the dim lit halls
Where I'd found you
And we had found it all
When the bitter night ends
If you can't see
Where you find yourself
Like a blinded man
Just hold my hand
I'll help you reach the shelf
Where our dreams
Hide with our sorrows
Beside the treasures
Of tomorrow
To hold us up right when we fall
Straightened spine to keep us tall
Till this darkness
Makes the way for dawn
We'll somehow carry on
So don't you fear the morn
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