Dawn on the First Day - Devil Sold His Soul

Dawn’s tired eyes make shadows the day’s first casualty

as you lose my eyes again, you fell too short, everything has changed

my trust fades

I cannot see the sun

first light never to be seen again

as I come to terms with another death of a close past

the final straw of a drawn out hate, well I unfold

half light arcs across the pavement, leaving it dull

the highest clouds on the edge of space converge,

I’ll do this on my own

why should I be grateful?

for a broken love, and a broken respect

when it tears me down,

I’ll get back up, and I’ll stand my ground

my trust fades, I cannot see the sun

first light never to be seen again

why should I be grateful for a broken love and a broken respect?

the final straw of a drawn out hate, well, I need it back once more

a shadowed face, how should I have done this on my own?