Morning Comes

I have travelled
Down long and shadowed roads
Sometimes all alone
Always searching
For the right things
To make me whole

I have wandered
Through fields of butterflies
And tangled weeds
Moving slowly
Toward the twilight
Of my dreams

When the morning comes
Will everything be ok
Will the chaos of the night time
Be lost and gone away
With the rising sun
Will the nightmares cease to be
Will we realize the truth
About what life is meant to be

Though my soul aches
With memories
Of things that I have lost
My spirit carries on
Putting memories to rest
Ever moving
Toward the future
Always getting turned around
Upside down

When the morning comes
Will everything be ok
Will the chaos of the night time
Be lost and gone away
With the rising sun
Will the nightmares cease to be
Will we realize the truth
About what life is meant to be

I have surfaced
When the undercurrents
Tried to pull me down
I’m still around