M. Lockwood Porter - The Dark Before the Morning

Everything that made the world I'd always known is dying
The people and the lives they lived
The confidence that comfort gives is gone
But somehow still we've got to carry on
I guess I've got to take your place and find some time for crying
I've got this monument to build
But every day's completely filled with static
And I've got to get these rats out of the attic
I hope these seeds can travel though the winds refuse to blow
I hope I can remember everything you helped me know
They say the old is dying and the new is not yet born
So I sit here in the dark before the morning

Don't think you ever understood the reason for my sorrow
The future that I'd never feel
Was a recent past that still felt real to you
I never could convince you it was true
There's nothing quite so worrisome or lonely as tomorrow
That giant rocky field to plow
And no one left to show me how to do it
Just a rusty sickle lying where they threw it

I hope these seeds can travel though the winds refuse to blow
I hope I can remember everything you helped me now
They say the old is dying and the new is not yet born
So I sit here in the dark before the morning

Tell me when I reach the easy part
These unwept tears are rusting out my heart

Now I'm older than I was, and the work is getting finer
The twilight of my salad days
The feeling that I just might raise a garden
The feeling that my life is finally starting
I wish that I could just get up and meet you at the diner
Cup of coffee, plate of eggs
To talk of life and news that begs a question
To ask for your advice or your suggestion

I hope these seeds can travel though the winds refuse to blow
I hope I can remember everything you helped me now
They say the old is dying and the new is not yet born
So I sit here in the dark before the morning

Written by:
Max Lockwood Porter

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