At Three a.m. I woke again, these days I cannot sleep
I carry through the dark hours the secrets that I keep
Then wander through the morning
And embrace the gentle dawning
Knowing no two days are ever quite the same
And as the fog is lifting
And the early light is shifting
The birds along the river call her name
I can wander as invisible as man can ever be
For I do not know the people here and they do not know me
But I feel peace with the world
As this new day is unfurled
And I do not need to pardon or to blame
My light is clear and strong
In this early morning song
As the birds along the river call her name.
I am standing at the border – the line between two states
I’m aware that there is none so lost as he who hesitates
Then as I cross the river
I can feel a sudden shiver
But perhaps that’s just the the shedding of the shame?
For the filtered sunlight dances
And I know I have my answers
As the birds along the river call her name
