The Morning Belongs To The Night

The morning belongs to the night
 Until it comes with a light
 Until it's born with a spark
 Until it outgrows the dark
 And there it hangs for a moment
 A breath of hope for a moment
 Stands on its own for a moment
 Free from the past for a moment
 The morning belongs to the day
 Already here with the grey
 Already spilling with need
 Already flooding with speed
 With its voices and faces, neverending
 With its hard spoken phrases, neverending
 But its promise of outlasting light
 Is just converted black in the sky
 Is just converted black in the sky
 With its falling and waking, neverending
 With its holding and breaking, neverending
 Soft the darkness reflecting your eyes
 But the black is just converted light